A raw communion wafer in my hand
A hard wind melting the castles of sand
There is an anger roaring through us
A surf thrashing on the rocky shore
An inebriated old incubus
Its wist binds our Samson to the floor
It butters the children dry bread
Broke hole in my mother's shoes
Turn blue, silky skies to lead
And print morning and evening news
I saw the pale infection
Coiled like a whip on a Great House floor
The master of the plantation
The tears of children on a foreign shore.
See little children dreaming in there beds as the U.S. Bombs drop on there heads, six
hundred fifty five thousand in 7 years dead.
Oh unmanned Stealth flying the Sky
Machines dont care who die
This WAR MACHINE feeds on human fear
The same president for seventy three years
With one task for all time
Same corporation different masks same crime
What a heavy toll our children will pay
and now they say the Nazi's founded the CIA
November 18
The earth is troubled and soon will break
We did it to our selves, take, take, take
Not worried about the effects,
Till the day it may break
Our future lies in our hands
But now it may be too late.
Our past mistakes were not my mistakes,
But I have to live in others troubled ways.
The world is in chaos!
Lies, Sex, TV all the same
No one realizing the effect till it’s too late
Our children always unsafe
To have to worry, should not be the case
We struggle each day to hear the deaths.
We tremble when someone is not there
Technology has succeeded but,
We lost it to our children
Trying to connect we struggle
There trust varies
Always to struggle
Therapy can help
But, the lord my savior can, and will change
Lies will soon leave, the connection, will be wanted
TV will soon be appropriate
The children will soon help
Reaching the lives on loved ones
Ibrahiem is three years old, he has no parents and he's feeling cold.
Miriam can't go to school. Her parent are to poor, theirs nothing they can do.
Aisha has no legs. A bomb fell on her house, while she was sleeping.
Latifa can't read or write. A simple operation could put things right.
Akeem is so hungry he cries in pain. He hasn't eaten for five days.
Imran can't sleep, it's to cold and damp. No blanket to keep him warm from dusk until dawn.
''The worlds forgotten us'' the children of Palastine cry.
I send all I can, I want to do more. I wish I could invite them to my door.
Theses children are destitute, hungry and poor. The world watches on, we have to do more.
I'am always thirsty.
Yerning for your love.
Though you are so far away.
your all i'am thinking of.
The days are long and lonely.
The nights are restless.
The children fight.
The money is tight.
And all I think of is you.
You made a sacrific.
For all the world to see.
But you've always been a hero,
To our children and to me!
Do not be a hero.
Keep your head down low.
I will be there with you.
My heart will follow where ever you may go.
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