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awwwwwwwww thank you....you liked it...i saw all of suffering in places like pakistan and jordan and even here and i want to make a difference be it through my writing
THANKS YOU KMAIKO...YOIUR SO SWEEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....JUST TO SAY...I DID NOT COPY...ITS ALLLLL MINE
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....JUST TO SAY...I DID NOT COPY...ITS ALLLLL MINE
Wow! This is fantastic! And you rhymed it all!
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww......thansk you....to see how different our 2 poems are but at the sma etiem their both poems!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sooo good! Like I said, I am REALLY bad at poetry.....Horrific....Terrible.....XDXDXDXD I find it funny, and don't really mind how im terrible....I always preferred writing fantasy and fiction
I read aloud to my best friend one poem, and even she had to admit it. It was petrifying. I bet you could get petrified if you looked at it... Tom Riddle should have used my poetry instead of a basalisk XDXDXD
Oh people in this world today
Come raise your hands and pray
Pray for that child who died last night
Pray so god can shine a little light
Into the lives of those innocent children
Why do they have to hear the bombs and sirens?
While we sit here drinking cappuccinos’ from Starbucks
Come show them that were still here for them to trust
Or are we going to give up on them like so many thousands have
And those Nikes you brought yesterday afternoon
Well at the same time a child was staring up at the moon
Thinking why me why me
Blood being spilled
Grief being filled
I wonder what lies beneath those steep hills
These are the thoughts of a Palestinian child
Dangerous painful exhausting and wild
But here’s a message for his oppressor:
put a stop to all this pain
You have had your go now its Palestine game
Now Palestine will feel the power and you can feel the pain
No more thinking why me why me
So understand one thing
whatever you try
Palestine will never die
No more suffering your freedom awaits
Were just sorry it was a little too late
A message to the world:
The power you from people will return to the people. Liberty will never perish and we will seek the justice that we deserve . . . the justice that is ours... the justice that is mine.
Soon very soon you will be saying why me why me. And that is a promise we will not forget...