My poems

Our World 2011

It's very weird indeed

That we have to fight for the most simple need

Food, water and air

Some of us aren't getting any .It's so unfair

Although God blessed us in every way

We ruin everything, every single day

We choose hate over love and bad over good

We could've gone another way, we really could.

This fight between humans has its own history

I wonder, in the end who will lead us to the victory?!

We lost so many warriors on this journey and still

You can't believe it, some people insist to kill

And other people are doing it over their own will.

Those people we must ask

A very simple question, to remove their mask

Where is your conscience? Where is your heart?

How could you do such a thing? How could you start?

While you're hearing this you must feel pain

Otherwise you don't have real feelings. You're insane.

For those people who are listening to me

All over the world and across the see

We can't continue living this way

We have to use our voices, to speak up and say.

Whoever ruined our world has to pay

One way or another, some day........

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Age: 15 , Place: in a country with a war starting (same homeland )

So at this time the "civil war" had gone to other dimensions. It wasn't so much civil anymore.

Tragic stories of disappearances, then finding them dead, robbery and criminals were going around. Just being in the wrong place at the wrong time could get you killed or worse...

Electricity was cut of regularly and water too. Every Wednesday we had school off, beacause the trip wouldn't be safe.

I didn't live in the "war zone" but those small things were enough for me to look around and think....

It was frustrating. Something I didn't understand, how humans were capable of that...