Publicerat 06.03.2009
Kategori: Dikter
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Kategori: Dikter
Gaza
The warriors fought day and night
They met at the field where it was fight.
This was many years ago
now they bomb their way to go.
Playing children gets in their way
and death becomes part of every day.
From the sky something fall
like a giant burning ball.
A little boy runs out to catch
like he does in every match.
Gone are laughs, cheer and joy
and dead is another boy.
Playing out becomes forbidden
time has come to stay hidden.
We need to put this to an end
and to Gaza hope send.
Skriven av: sanna005
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