Kategori: Dikter
They are fighting...
They are fighting…
Mothers are praying, children are crying, fathers are fighting.
It´s a hard time now, and all must show, it can´t go slow.
The leader must be replaced, we all want grace, but all we get is a chase.
All the soldiers show violence, not a minute of silence, there is no more patience.
Bombs are flying, people are hiding, the sky is shining.
Blood is floating in every place, and no one is there without an crying face.
Mothers see their baby laying and screaming on the ground.
They want to help them but they are being pushed down.
To take a close look when the babies life is being blown away with one single nodd.
Children are forced to touch guns and use them.
Knowing that they soon will fly to heaven above them.
Fathers are crying over lost families, they most protect the land from their enemies.
There is no food, no water, no money.
The leader has taken it all, giving it to himself which he call for honey.
Forcing what he call “ his people “ to kill, rape and steal.
Making them bring in inicent people in prison behind the door they must seel.
So in the end who is the real enemy, forceing pepole to die.
No one can any more even say a single “ Hi ”, before they soon must hide.
All the frontiers must be gone, is the only way for wars to be under a ton.
Love each other and be strong, together you can make life last for so long.
Without wars and enemies, I don´t have to make songs like these.
Skriven av: Daniela Jankovska
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