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 Jan 2015 Aisha Ella
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What are we so scared of?
We are just bags of blood and bones,
in a rotating assembly line,
hanging side by side
smacking against each other
as lightly as possible,
so as not to puncture
our delicate vessels.
Don't we know?
Words are what
spill our guts.
All your armies,
All your soldiers,
All your tanks,
All your guns,
Against a boy, holding a stone
Standing there, all alone
In his eyes,
I see the sun,
I see the moon,
And I wonder,
I only wonder,
Who is weak?
And who is strong?
Who is right?
And who is wrong?
I wish and only wish
That the truth had a tongue.
Dedicated to the children exposed to the wars. I haven't written it. Just read it somewhere and wanted to share it with you.
Cold hands
Cold food
Cold blankets
Cold room
Cold house
Cold metal
Cold
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