A knife, a gun and a bullet
You’re a kid, don’t fight with it
Eight or nine years of age
What happens? Where’s the outrage?
You run, you hide, you shoot, you kill
A bullet is a razor’s sharp pill
A man goes down, you don’t know
Thinking a game, so how should it go?
The harm is implanted into your souls
Wait; soon there’ll be some dark ghouls
They haunt, they scream, they’re there
Of darkest nightmares, you should beware
Men stole all from you and your friends
Your childhood, happiness and innocence
Can’t get it back, it’s long gone
Too much happened, you all go on
You hide, you run, you fight, you kill
Knowing just that’s your masters will
He gets you if you don’t obey
Hope is gone; you just lost your way
Years have passed, you finally left
Can’t forget that unimaginable theft
The theft’s been the worst to be
Your soul has died, can you be free?
The sparkling eyes, the laugher’s gone
Where did it go? How can life go on?
You’re sitting there, begging and crying eyes
No need for words, enough for days
Your gun is gone, your commander too
What happened is just left with you
You spend the nights caught in dark hell
No help is there, no one to raise the bell
Ghouls and dead souls come every night
Screaming, you wake up, sweaty, you cried
Cried, pain is now all over your soul
Hope someday, they disappear, that ghoul
The greatest theft of all out time
Is being committed globally, just the same
Children are destroyed with no end
Don’t forget, it’s on them we depend
To destroy the children is easy enough
The world will be caught in a deadly cough
The world will choke on the misery
Soon you see: we killed our destiny!
Monday 25 October 2010
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3 comments:
some background of the song?
it s no song...its my experience in the DRC...
Sad but beautiful poem though.
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