For The Victims Poem by Robert Page

For The Victims



While you're cosy in bed,
They lose their heads.
As you happily sleep,
A new orphan weeps.
When you're on vacation,
Their lives are taken.
Whilst we sit at home,
People break their bones.

I could go on about their boundless terror for days, but i won't.
I only have to say this:
Help them.
STOP THE WARS!
Think of the victims.

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Robert Page

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hertfordshire, the UK
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