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I wish to feel at home no matter where I am. Call me brother regardless of my tan. My accent- to you is incomprehensible. But "friendship" is a word, in every language "UNDERSTANDABLE". With arms open- please do greet me. Not with missiles and tanks- welcome me. Please succumb to my calls of PEACE... Not my mother's flesh but the scent of flowers- I wish to smell in the breeze! How did we end up like this at loggerheads? From a simple misunderstanding- To mountains of lying- Let's talk it out and stop all the deaths and the killing! It was just yesterday that i had allies- I responded to their needs and their cries. On the battlefield I am solitary- My company are the dead. Just took a bullet! Peace at last...To my true home i head! |
I understand what you're going for here, but I'm afraid I'm just too sore against politics to critique it fairly...| Posted on 2007-12-17 00:00:00 | by gavinspikenard | [ Reply to This ] | Very powerful. I love the ending there, you concluded very well. You know I am looking for poems like this for a project of mine that the proceeds will go to charity are you interested? | | Posted on 2007-12-16 00:00:00 | by MaxHam | [ Reply to This ] | |