Warchild Poem by Troy Nichols

Warchild



Bright eye's full of fear
Hearts full of hate
Lungs full of smoke
Tears in theirs eyes
The child of Sudan
Nigeria and Smoalia
The warchild
Fighting to survive
All but doomed to die
They only know the pain
And do not know why
They fight for a new world
A better way of life some will not live
To even see 25 or 19 or even 16
The broken child
The Warchild

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Epic X 11 May 2012

ok

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Joseph Daly 07 June 2008

I think I prefer Jethro Tull version, meself,

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Troy Nichols

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Watertown New York
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