Such a night its been chasing dreams, such a night
down at the manna grass running stream
Lessons learnt over rocks hanging high, pebbles
thrown into Uganda's eye, moments of peace
imploding towards nations children, blinding them
all to exploding trees time and time again
And the innocent child dying is set upon there
by the bugs of society, imposing the madness of
religious totality onto child crying for tranquillity
And so the children everywhere fight for survival
forced on tribal paths where even the butterfly cries
Pretty colours of a forest dying
such a life wrought by lies
Clay stones and bamboo poles, pictures of home
Doll parts and broken toy guns, pictures taken for a
sausage roll, such poverty from a village scorched
the world cannot shun
Gather do the sad little children around the
whispering dome
and crying for a piece of bread to feed their
hungry belly's, also they cry for more mineral jelly
Such is the life apprised
Oh boy, what a world we've seen, death screams
and more its been, and again and again the world
falls into a hole
denying children their right to rock 'n' roll
Children from the slums of shame, fighting there the
same battles without true purpose or aim
Cruel seas thus the children swim to escape their pain
and we all do nothing to ease that never-ending pain
only lending our hands after too many had already died
For there masters of innocence try hard to push aside
and hide the rising tide
Of crimes done these masters survive, while the world
takes a dive into waters deprived of life
suffocating there for only a dream contrived
Again and again the children appear on TV dying
flies and mucus forming under puffy eyes
children fighting for their last moments of air
oblivious to the gloom enwreathed there
Despairing thought to see oh child taken into
deaths care
So all over again the worlds poor are damned
and killing their own for a little bran
Children of the future a young mother demands
but is steadfastly denied that chance
Denied just as a people never should have been
Now all of rock 'n' roll should rally once again
come together for a little sparkle and romance
and so bring the magic of music to freedoms son
Oh boy, here we go again uncle Sam
Author notes
We live in a forever changing world, yet some things seem to never change.
Abuse of children in war ravaged countries this poem is about, and written
to raise awareness of their plight.
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A contest entry
- [Contest] Wake up to Abuse - Prewrites Welcome by Miss Faerie.
700 points, ended February 8, 56 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Written on this Date... by xxRainbowDawnxx.
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Very sorry to DQ - I hate doing that but this is quite a lot over the line request.
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War, intollerance, discrimination, terrorism, abuse... I just don't see why it always continues, as nobody wins people just die or get hurt. These things just destroy us and I don't know why we don't just save ourselves the hurt, but nobody will ever see what they do to society, they also do to their friends and families... We're just too blind to see.
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This is excellent. Heartbreaking, but the truth spills forth and allows you to see the pain that so many pretend is not there.
Shari
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so sad but true. i often feel so helpless watching these images on tv with dying people due to poverty, war, etc. good write and good luck in the contest.
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oh wow such an incredible write, I simply loved it you did very well best of luck in the contest
andi
(redhanded)
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