The Shaken Ones
Sirens howling in the night
Rubber bullets sting the crowd
The hounds have been freed from their cages
As chaos ensues the town.
There are tanks on the horizon
The gutters run with blood
Civilians running for their lives
Refugee camps lay in the mud.
Babies screaming in the dark
Widows crying in their sleep
You can hear the drummer in the distance
And the soldiers' marching feet.
There is no end in sight
Just more death from bombs and guns
So this poem is for
The Grief Stricken Faces
Of... The Shaken Ones.
I dream of grasses growing
Where bombs once had to fall
A world where people understand
What is good for one can be good for all
A place where we can work together
Without senseless war and greed
Where we celebrate humanity
And where we can all be free.
Maybe I can't change the world
With any of my writing
But I'd be happy if these words
Could stop some of the fighting.
I'll lay down as the bombs are falling
With this flag of white
I'd kindly give my life to show
The world, this isn't right.
Rubber bullets sting the crowd
The hounds have been freed from their cages
As chaos ensues the town.
There are tanks on the horizon
The gutters run with blood
Civilians running for their lives
Refugee camps lay in the mud.
Babies screaming in the dark
Widows crying in their sleep
You can hear the drummer in the distance
And the soldiers' marching feet.
There is no end in sight
Just more death from bombs and guns
So this poem is for
The Grief Stricken Faces
Of... The Shaken Ones.
I dream of grasses growing
Where bombs once had to fall
A world where people understand
What is good for one can be good for all
A place where we can work together
Without senseless war and greed
Where we celebrate humanity
And where we can all be free.
Maybe I can't change the world
With any of my writing
But I'd be happy if these words
Could stop some of the fighting.
I'll lay down as the bombs are falling
With this flag of white
I'd kindly give my life to show
The world, this isn't right.