Damn War
Damn war drags on
Our soldiers are gone
A young father is dying
Never to see a new dawn
A broken wife is left crying
The government is lying
Old men know the difference
Industry keeps on supplying
A child sits in sweet ignorance
Waiting on Daddy's entrance
Parents lost their pride and joy
Killed stopping the menace
Always be their little boy
He volunteered to deploy
Taps, flag, and purple heart
Buried with his son's favorite toy
poem by Charles Hancock
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My Life - The Story of Young Boy - Pt.1
She yelled and took the bottle
And then my dad yelled back
Young boy crying in the corner
Memories of my childhood are all black
“I hate you” she screams
But he hates her more
Their hatred builds
As they even their score
Pins her to the couch
Saying nasty things
Young boy is wondering
Is this the joy life brings?
Sister gets pregnant
One blames the other
Whiskey fix, does the trick
The young boy loses his mother
The working day is done
Father watching the TV
Young boy shows dad what he has done
Father doesn't want to see
Young boy makes a mistake
Dad calls young boy a name
Young boy crying in the corner
Filled with guilt and shame
Young boy seeking somebody
For his life he wants to share
Always seeking and never finding
Cause no one really cares
Mom moves away
Young boy so sad
Family broken
Parents glad
Their lives go on
But his does stay
Young boy, old life
With no time to play
Young boy now a teenager
Turns to drugs and booze
The pain he faced, he turns away
His past he wants to lose
Young boy then gets married
To a beautiful wife
Wants so bad to forget his past
And start a brand new life
Young boy yells at new wife
New wife yells at me
My young boy in the corner
The old cycle he does see
Young boy now starts seeking
To make my life brand new
For the benefit of my young boys
My pain they won't go through
New wife says to young boy
You're never going to change
She packs her bags and then she leaves
Another family now estranged
Young boy really hurting
Hoping pain won't last
For now he has a starring role
In the memories of his past
Young boy sitting wondering
Is the pain what it is worth
Broken people, doing broken things
To make a broken earth
Young boy now is fighting
Fighting for his life
Trying to make the old, brand new again
For his young boys and his wife
Young boy finds Our savior
That sits upon His throne
The abundant life he offers
Shows Young Boy he's not alone
The cycle it continues
But young boy wants to try
To fight for what his parents didn't
Then the cycle he'll defy
So young boy makes a decision
He also makes his creed
He hopes to fix his family
All to God he'll lead
So young boy gives it one last chance
With the hope that Jesus brings
Young boy knows it's not over
Til the fat lady sings.......
To be continued
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Heartless World
She was lying
Bleeding and crying
She lost her little son
In a car accident
A luxury car with a beautiful woman
Killed the innocent child
Of this poor homeless woman
A white cute dog was
Peeping out the car
And
I was standing like a lifeless beast
Nearby the dead child
And, trying to get
The difference of destiny
Between the cute dog, and
The dead little child
Nobody came to
The crying mother
With a word of sympathy
For
This is a selfish and
heartless world.
poem by Dr. P. K. Verma
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Broken Down
If you saw me standing there
out in the pouring rain
drowning in days of sorrow
behind the tears and pain
feeling nothing's left anymore
to hold onto here
on this broken down reservation road
You see just another broken down man
trying to make it through
lost in the hope's of tomorrow
of dreaming once again
would you lend a hand
and try to understand
If your children were hungry
with nothing left to eat
broken down in poverty
with no clothes to wear
or no shoes on thier feet
fallen by democracy
with a heart to share
would you give a damn
And would you just walk away
on the young and dying
would you just close the door
on the mother's crying
with no one here to hold
on this broken down reservation road
Spiritwind-2010
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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A Scottish Soldier
There was a young Scottish soldier
of the Highlanders Brigade
his Black Watch Regiment
marched through the night’s thunderstorm
to battle the Boers at Magersfontein
They were waiting in the trenches
when the Black Watch deploy into
open order march for the dawn assault
At four hundred yards the Boers open fire
and caught the column changing formation
killing Scottish soldiers left right and center
The young Scottish soldier badly wounded
scared to lift his body and head
lying on the veld tormented
by ants thirst and scorching sun
blisters on his legs from kilt
to stockings...
In mid-afternoon the Highlanders broke
and retreat under heavy fire
The young soldier then died
under the African sun...
one of 279 killed and wounded
A black day for the British Empire
and the young Scottish soldier...
from the Black Watch Regiment!
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poem by Johan Jacobs
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Every Child!
the faces of...
every child who'll
go to bed hungry tonite...
every child afraid to sleep
for fear of the soldiers,
the bullets, the bombs....
every child abused
by his parents...
every child humiliated
for being different.
every child who's never
known his own father...
every child with no hope
for an education...
every child sleeping
in homeless cars.
every child alone,
lonely, without love.
every child of every broken home,
every child, every color, every country...
staring at me this sleepless night,
tearing at my heart...
all my children!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sad Eyes 1
Sad eyes
Tears running down her face
What's wrong everyone asks
She replies he did this to me
She goes home..
How am i going to face my parents she thinks
Mom comes home and walks into her room
What's wrong darling?
Mom i don't know how to tell you
I've been crying all day
He did this to me
I said no he said yes
I'm gonna be a mommy
She started crying all over again
Her mother just stared
Dadddy came home asked what's wrong
Daddy couldn't take it
Daddy no!
Daddy killed me and my unborn child
poem by Marissa Ford
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One Broken Heart
Young girl you really did believe in him
Still he broke your heart with lies
Youve got to be stronger, the pain,
It wont last much longer
Dont lose respect for yourself, no
Sweet young thing,
No, dont lose your head
Or by the time youre seventeen
Youll be waking every morning
With a stranger in your bed
One broken heart,
I know it cuts like a knife
But one broken heart
Is no reason to give up on life
Girl, be waiting, be anticipating
For that new love to come along
And one broken heart, youll survive
So sad,
You lived for and now youre dying for love
But you wont find it, like that
No peace and calm,
In the strength of a strangers arms
Baby wake up to yourself
Love aint guaranteed, no,
But it sure is worth a new start
Or by the time youre twenty-one
Youll be lying in a strangers bed
Dying from a broken heart
One broken heart,
I know it cuts like a knife
But one broken heart is no reason to give up on life
Girl, be waiting, be anticipating
For that new love to come along
And one broken heart, youll survive
And Im hoping, Im really hoping
That sweet love will come your way
To mend one broken heart, youll survive
One broken heart, youll survive
One broken heart, youll survive
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Sad eyes
Sad eyes
Tears running down her face
What's wrong everyone asks
She replies he did this to me
She goes home
How am I going to face my parents she thinks
Mom comes home and walks into her room
What's wrong darling?
Mom I don't know how to tell you
I've been crying all day
He did this to me
I said no he said yes
I'm gonna be a mommy
She started crying all over again
He mother just stared
Daddy came home asked what's wrong
Daddy couldn't take it
Daddy no!
Daddy killed me and my unborn child
I watched you walk right out of my arms
Straight into hers
It still hurts every day I see you two together
I'm getting over it
The heartbreak
It's to much
I started cutting again
Cuz of you
I love you
When the rain turns to snow
All I want is to hold you close
Don't let go of me
poem by Marissa Ford
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The Tale Of The Trucker's Life
The young bride sits alone in her house,
waiting for her farm hand husband to return to her lonely bosom.
Enters the husband, tired, and cranky.
He goes to the stereo, hooks up his headphones,
and falls asleep listening to country, and western music.
The bride long since gone to bed alone.
The young mother, and her toddler son
in front of the TV watching movies while the
husband/father works third shift at Wal-Mart 25 miles away.
The mother takes her son to his baseball games,
explains why daddy can't come,
because he decided to be a truck driver.
She is mother, father, and sole teacher to there young son.
She wipes away his tears when he is hurt,
Comforts him when he is sick,
and makes excuses for the absent father
who never has acted like he loved their child.
Who wipes away the tears that the
mother/wife sheds every time she sees
how much their son misses his daddy.
Their little boy puts his arm around his
mother's shoulders and with a hug,
he says, 'mom it will be all right.'
Does the trucker miss his family?
Does he feel the same pain, and sorrow?
He must not care, for he stays gone sometimes four,
sometimes six weeks in a row,
only coming home long enough to make love.
Never does he interact with his son, not really.
The wife, and son now lay in the cold, hard ground,
never to rise again. Now it is too late
for the old trucker to tell them how he really felt.
He sits alone in an old rocking chair,
staring at old, faded photos of his wife,
and son, but he is not in any of the pictures.
He stands in front of the pearly gates of Heaven,
he sees his wife, and son just on the other side,
But they don't recognize him.
So goes the tale of the trucker's life.
poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
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Our Father
Oh daddy please,
Take me with you
Where you going
Oh daddy please,
Come find the time,
Come watch us growing
Oh daddy please,
Dont leave theres so
Much that we want to
Know before you go
Im in need of someone
To tie my shoe,
Or take hold of my hand
When I become afraid
And whose footsteps
Will I follow into,
Daddy please,
Dont run away
Our father
Far father
Well let me tell you bout
Our father
Far farther away...
Oh daddy please,
I pray every night
The doors will open
Oh daddy please,
This house is just
A broken home,
Left all alone
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Broken Down
By simon climie & dennis morgan
Everything was wonderful when you were in my life.
Yesterday we were on a roll, baby, then we end up in a fight.
Everywhere I look, I see problems, where I never seen before.
The cracks in the sidewalk, when I get home my key dont even fit the door.
The moon dont shine, its broken down.
The clouds are crying, theyre broken down.
The car wont start, its broken down.
And this shattered heart, its broken down.
My whole damn world, its broken down.
Since you left me girl, Ive broken down.
Stepped outside into the night, I took a walk around the block.
I stopped by the church that I used to go inside but even that door was locked.
So I came back home, feeling so alone, a light had burned out in the hall.
My tv is broke, said Im out of smoke, theres no one I can even call.
Chorus
Said my whole damn world, its broken down.
Since you left me girl, Ive broken down.
Till you come back, come back to me, Im going to be broken down.
Till you come back, come back to me, Im going to be broken down.
Chorus
I mean my whole damn world, its broken down.
Since you left me girl, Ive broken down.
My whole damn world, its broken down.
Since you left me girl, its broken down.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Purple... Purple
Purple... Purple;
Such a beautiful
Color-
You wore it with clever
Intentions to lull her.
Purple... Purple;
You knew it was my favorite.
Purple... Purple;
You'd chuckle as you'd brave it.
Ever... Ever;
You promised
Your heart-
She charmed and disarmed you
Before you could start.
Ever... Ever;
You'd drown in your tears.
Ever... Ever;
Though she'd fade with years.
Smiling... Smiling;
I'd never
Forget-
That smile above that purple
Before you'd regret.
Smiling... Smiling;
You'd smile for her.
Smiling... Smiling;
Dying, though you were.
Never... Never;
I left with
No pause-
Your wallowing sickness gave me
Plenty cause.
Never... Never;
You seem far away.
Never... Never;
Despite what you'd say.
Pity... Pity;
I lost all
For you-
Pity... Pity;
What one girl
Can do.
poem by Singer Joy
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Who That Soldier Is
Thats somebody's little boy out there
Getting shot at on the field
Thats somebody's baby
In more pain than anyone should feel
Thats somebody's daddy
Out there in the middle of the fight
Thats somebody's parent
Who will never get to kiss his daughter goodnight
Thats somebody's lover
Who will never get to tell her he loves her again
Thats somebody's husband
Her protector and her best friend
Thats a mother's son
Thats her pride and joy
Thats a father's favorite companion
Thats his little boy
And the soldier you see in the casket
Was very proud of what he was fighting for
But he'll never see his parents, wife or daughter again
Because he died protecting our country in the war
poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow
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On Crime and Punishment
the angry young man,
who grew up in poverty,
whose mother worked two minimum wage jobs,
just to give him food and shelter...
who lost her jobs
when the economy fell,
and became sick with no insurance...
the angry young man,
who robbed the convenience store,
and while trying to avoid capture,
killed a young police officer...
who left behind a young pregnant wife,
and a three year old little boy,
left without a daddy....
the angry young man,
in jail awaiting trial...
awaiting justice....
where do we begin?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Broken child
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who has seen more than his young eyes should.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who would run away from it all if he could.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who has been ravished by the likes of you and I.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child with to much pride to cry.
I see the face off a broken child.
a child who fights off anyone who cares.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who wishes his mother was there.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who wont let his hardships keep him down.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who refuses to give up and reveal a frown.
poem by Joshua Reid
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Mothers Pride
Oh she knows
She takes his hand
And prays the child will understand
At the door they watch the men go by
In the clothes that daddy wore
Mothers pride
Baby boy
His fathers eyes
Hes a soldier waiting for war
Time will come
Hell hold a gun
His fathers son
And as he grows
He hears the band
Takes the step from boy to man
And at the shore she waves her son goodbye
Like the man she did before
Mothers pride
Just a boy
His countrys eyes
Hes a soldier waving at the shore
And in her heart the time has come
To lose a son
And all the husbands, all the sons, all the lovers gone
They make no difference
No difference in the end
Still hear the woman say your father died a hero
In the name of God and man
Mothers pride
Crazy boy
His lifeless eyes
Hes a soldier now forevermore
Hell hold a gun till kingdom come
song performed by by George Michael
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I Am Human, I Am Love!
i am the stranger,
the drifter, the hobo...
the rebel, and the lost one....
my voice is a small whisper,
my body a twig.
i am the gift left
on the doorstep of the unwanted.
i am the prayer
that even god does not hear!
i am the child no one wants,
the woman no one loves.
i am blood on the hands,
i am guilt, and forgiveness.
i am the old man's touch,
that no one wants.
i am the child and the dog,
that love the old man.
i am the stray cat,
curled against the step.
i am Judas weeping,
and Magdelene made a whore.
i am the young gay boy
condemned for loving.
i am the soldier who cant
bring himself to kill.
i am the pregnant young girl
who cant tell her parents.
the old man with cancer,
who sits with a revolver.
i am the parent who failed,
and the child who walked away.
i am the broken, and wounded,
i am human, i am love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Purple Heart and the Bagdad Five
Broken hearts when you went away
Serve government and God they say
Deploy to where they need control
Weekly recon; daily patrol
Way too much down time, to hang out,
Barrack’s, trailers or where’s about
War-play videos or read smut,
Text your baby 'one-liner' hug
Loneliness factor to this game
Then flash, a bang, blackness and pain
Just outside a missal explodes
Shrapnel and rocks unleashed payload
Rippled effect plows, through it all
'What just happened, I don’t recall.”
Legs got ripped and blood did flow
Rattled, undefined, kind of slow
Specialist here, the doctor knows
The head aches pound and do not go
Blurry, fuzzy, walk like a clod
Simple concussion note in log
“Heroes here for doing your part,
Service help, and a Purple Heart.'
Remember precedence they say
Purple hearts not ‘Kerry’ away
Best treat it quick before harm done
No token heart, help doesn't come
Bagdad Five were hurt that day
Lawsuit is pending so they say
Pat on the back, then redeployed
How many out there, half destroyed?
Half-witted soldiers with a gun
Purple Hearts broken all undone.
poem by P.A. Donohue
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Part Of America Died
Part Of America Died
Somebody killed a soldier today
And part of America died
The child who shot him won't even be punished
After counsel asks his record not be tarnished
The flag of our country he swore to protect
Will be buried, with him, at his side
Today more of America died
The truck that he rode, was a battlefield too
A respite from a hard day at war
The flag of our nation won't fly at half staff
The purple heart they gave on his behalf
Won't change that a part of America died
Yes, Somebody killed a brave soldier today
It happened this day in a land, far away
While some slept in comfort, at home
A soldier put his life on the line
He answered the call then gave it his all
And on this day much of America died
Jim 1972
poem by James Casey
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People's Lying
People's lying here, people's lying there
People's lying everywhere
People's dying here, people's dying there
People's dying everywhere
People's dying 'cos people's lying
People's crying 'cos people's lying
People's denying that they is lying
No-one's defying all this lying
Even people who's dying still keep lying
So more people's crying
More people's dying
'Cos people's only know lying
(Sydney, Australia - 2007)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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