Monday, June 20, 2011

THE WAR CRY

My toes are bleeding
my shoes worn out.
I know not where i am heading.
I wish i never did sprout.

The guns and cannons are jarring.
All i hear is a shout.
A child crying
Oh!I've lost my count.
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