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Sunday, 18 December 2011

A letter too Mama

A letter too Mama

Mama the killing

Won’t stop

My gun has seen
Children scream
When bullets
Mow down mercilessly

Mama I can’t take it
Any more
My shattered mind
Is in a turmoil

Mama when will
This killing end

                                        The things I’m doing

I can’t defend

Mama humanity’s
Gone mad
In this far off place
Of desert sands

Friends are dying
As this letter I write
Tell them all at home
Of our horrible plight

Please mama;
Make them see
How we kill needlessly

                                            Just for oil

And mankind’s
Evil selfish greed

Peter Wicks

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