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The droning above was so familiar all the bombings not resolved. There was nothing they could do civilians targeted below! Families lost with no mercy killed deep hatred was instilled. This was the only life they knew childhoods never known. Playing not with toys but with guns not good for photo albums. Living in ruins without basic needs sectarian divides where it leads. In many cultures it's passed down can hardened attitudes change? Is peace the outcome they really want as elders remain entrenched. What chance of future generations to seek with strong unity that is meek! Will we ever see unilateral peace? The Foureyed Poet.
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Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 6:01 AM UTC
Bombings
The droning above was so familiar all the bombings not resolved. There was nothing they could do civilians targeted below! Families lost with no mercy killed deep hatred was instilled. This was the only life they knew childhoods never known. Playing not with toys but with guns not good for photo albums. Living in ruins without basic needs sectarian divides where it leads. In many cultures it's passed down can hardened attitudes change? Is peace the outcome they really want as elders remain entrenched. What chance of future generations to seek with strong unity that is meek! Will we ever see unilateral peace? The Foureyed Poet.
Many children have never known anything else but war! The Foureyed Poet.
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Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 6:01 AM UTC
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