Worlds Apart (v3)

The real world is different for those born within strife,

if they are lucky they may grow to become husband or wife,

but for many, boy soldiers is what they were forced to become,

only eleven years old, yet their burden is to be carrying a gun.


How many live long enough to know that there are other ways,

within another country they wouldn't have been made military slaves.

Are there men with the courage to stop all the rape and slaughter,

does no one there value the lives of their son and their daughter?


We live in one world though can still remain worlds apart,

some wracked by fear and anger, some blessed with a heart.

There are no quick fixes for those slaves of bomb and gun,

they can't change overnight, they can't call on their mum.


Whole generations are destroyed by such ravaging hate,

can we blame their parents, no, the wicked ways of the state,

conflicts started in some distant past can blight generations,

driven by the blind hate between tribes, faiths or nations...


The futures of so many children lost before they were born,

just when will some chance come for a peaceful new dawn?

Be it Africa, Asia, or the Middle East where they live,

they cannot do as they want, they cannot learn how to give.


Yes we live in one world, but will they ever know ours,

where we watch from a safe distance, news on 24 hours,

they cannot see our fair reality isn't just some fairy tale,

their future ever measured in a blood splattered hail...


United Nations talk while more bodies are found in the street,

murdered by armies of those that they would never once meet,

death by strangers that seek to spread bloody terror to all,

resistance ain't futile, but it must come from everyone's call...


Don't wait for those sick battles to kill ever more,

children and mothers abandoned to die by the score,

peace won't ever come while power rests with evil men,

those with greed that freezes their hearts once again.


Talk has been never been cheaper than when liars speak,

they will say what we want to hear, while killing the meek,

ruling by terror must now be condemned to the past,

along with the leaders that murder the rest of the cast...



June 7th 2012

Edit Jan 16th 2017

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Dave D Poet Rhumour

Sun 5th Feb 2017 10:51

Yeah, it's a pretty sad blooming world - and with far right tendencies rising again, politics is set to make it worse... Thanks for commenting. Best wishes, Dave

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New Shoes

Sun 5th Feb 2017 05:37

I've got to say this is a pretty sad f***ing poem.

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