Sunday Bloody SundayA Poem by London CallingInspired by the amazing U2 song that I listen to like a koran chant!The crash of thunder and shots from a gun hysterical mothers cry 'run children run'! The gloom that stares them straight in the face what is innocense doing in such a place?
Bodies strewn, some dead, some not. Brave men soon to be forgot. Freedom seems a distant drea, A painful replay of what had been.
Another blast, this time a bomb. Targets a child that did no wrong, his death because of his going ways. The way he lived to his dying day.
If Gods grace be done by war, shoot the glory down to the floor Erase all the life from their brain So they'll no longer live with the pain.
© 2009 London CallingAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on July 3, 2009 AuthorLondon CallingJozi , Tattoos, South AfricaAboutMental person, who happens to enjoy writing. Love music with every ounce within me...(only decent music that is). Love poetry, love reading, love using the brain I was blessed with! Have a morbid.. more..Writing
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