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This is an older poem, from the beginning of 2003 to be precise, that 49 of my collection ... I had to write for school and wanted to put it here before, but I kept forgetting it * drop * Nyo, here it is:
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War...

Hatred, fear, fear, need
And for many also death ...
Why do you have to fight?
Can't be heartfelt;
To lull the world in peace and joy?

When I walk through some streets
And see a child sitting by the wayside
Of stamped, robbed of robbers,
then I wonder who else it believes in.

When I then hear and see how it speaks:
"Mom, dad, don't forget me!
Take me up to you quickly
Because I hate my résumé! "

When I walk through some streets
And see a child sitting there shaped by the war
Then I know what it secretly believes in
It firmly believes that God trusts it!