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Somehow somewhere
There is a child unaware That he is poor That he sleeps on a dirty floor To this kid there’s always more He never sees the dirty floor All he knows are joyous times Oblivious to the dirty crimes Crimes that take place all around In his country of dirty ground In his home of loving peace The bombs that come, they never cease He continues on In his head singing song Singing hymns of joy This wonderful little boy He plays and kicks The soccer ball, a Pele trick He smiles wide a blessed grin Because the game’s about to begin His laughter loud and true This miraculous child through and through All around him fear and hate But all he sees are his best mates To the right then to the left He kicks the ball by the ref He dribbles it towards the goal BANG!!! Nothing left but a hole They gather to see the boy In the hole no tears of joy No boy to call their friend For it was his bitter end Now this is true not make believe There are kids like him indeed If we change and make it now We can survive….someway….somehow. |
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Very nice
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Excellent piece...
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Thanks everyone for reading...How can people say ingnorance is bliss when things like this go on?
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Thanks everyone for reading...How can people say ingnorance is bliss when things like this go on? Yes...ty for posting your write. |
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great write
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Great write. I would honestly take care of all the world's kids if I could...
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