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Richard Smith Mar 2019
I see their faces, crying
Though I’ll never know their names
Those images of heartbreak
Seared into my brain

They never had a chance to live
Before their innocence was taken
Casualties of conflict
Never knowing any peace

Waiting for the guns and bombs
To wipe out their families
Leaving them homeless
Living on the streets

After seeing with my own two eyes
The lives that they endure
My heart breaks every day
For all the children of war
Richard Smith Feb 2019
How my life has turned out
I never could have dreamed
The good and bad decisions
Have turned me into me
From growing up my choices
Have led me here right now
I can look at what I have
And you will not see me frown
My wife and children with me
There is no better thing
And from now until my last day
Only happiness they’ll bring
Richard Smith Feb 2019
As they stand there
In skimpy clothes
Ignoring the letching
The leering
Calling to the lonely
The lost the sad
The desperate
The depraved
Are you looking
For a date
A good time
Always in danger
Taking the risk
To earn the
Money for the next fix
The next meal
The babies clothes
No one asks their
Stories
Richard Smith Feb 2019
The voices speak
Some are not friends
I sometimes wonder
When is the end
I go to sleep
Awake each morning
To the clamour
Of them returning
Never knowing silence
Can I ever know peace
Richard Smith Feb 2019
The fight has gone
I have no energy
To even move is effort
I’m overcome with lethargy

Work is hard and long
It drains the life out of me
When I finish for the day
By darkness I am claimed

Arms and legs are dragging
My head throbs aching
Is there an end to this grind
The light I cannot see
Richard Smith Feb 2019
Smiling on the outside
No one sees the woe
Laughing all day long
How do I even see it through
The pain is my companion
It is with me constantly
The drugs dull all the symptoms
But it wins eventually
So I laugh and smile and joke along
Making light of situations
Hiding all the pain I’m suffering
Taking my day with patience
Swallow the pills to **** the pain
And plod my path to relief
Richard Smith Feb 2019
One, two, three, four,
We all have them
Count once more
Two arms, legs,
Hands, feet,
So we can run, wave, greet
Not all are lucky
Some have one lost
Or even two or three
Lost in war
Born with a disability
So when you see a limbless person
Don’t look down upon them
Help them if they need
Embrace their stories
See the people
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