End Of Childhood.

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Hot breeze and anxiety.
Destroyed toys are everywhere.
We see children holding guns, but we don't care.
They live as blind messiahs of liberty.
Today, they killed one more family.
Little boys and girls march in silence
Across red-blood fields of war and violence.
We do not cry before a smashed lily.

Marcondes Pereira

Friday, October 7, 2016

Topic(s) of this poem: human being,war

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Babatunde Aremu 07 October 2016

Hmm! End of Childhood indeed. The traditional way of growing up is gone. What is sowed in mind of our kids is injurious to the world. Nice thought! kudos

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Marcondes P 07 October 2016

Hi! Good evening! It's true! Today children around the world live like adults and it is sad and cruel. What have we learned since First Industrial Revolution? Children aren't children and it seems to be a virus around continents.

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