Array ( [sid] => 176677 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Eagle And The Horse [time] => 2013-08-10 09:29:21 [hometext] => Save The Children [bodytext] => A long time ago when my son was a child,
He had a tame eagle and a white horse to ride,
His eagle would fly to lands distant and strange,
Returning to tell him that nothing had changed.

He learned about people so wretched and thin,
Their poor little children all bloated and grim,
Sad haunted looks, their eyes dim with despair,
For the rich of the world didn't know didn't care.

At night in his dreams the white horse he would ride,
To lands where starved thousands were destined to die,
He remembers their wailing, the moans and the sighs,
And he saw the Grim Reaper wipe tears from his eyes.

He thought, where’s this God we all pray to for help?
And why don't his apostles give more of their wealth?
Why can't the rich nations put an end to this scourge?
Or in truth would they rather spend money on wars?
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The Eagle And The Horse
Date: Saturday, 10th August 2013 @ 09:29:21 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Pookyface
A long time ago when my son was a child,
He had a tame eagle and a white horse to ride,
His eagle would fly to lands distant and strange,
Returning to tell him that nothing had changed.

He learned about people so wretched and thin,
Their poor little children all bloated and grim,
Sad haunted looks, their eyes dim with despair,
For the rich of the world didn't know didn't care.

At night in his dreams the white horse he would ride,
To lands where starved thousands were destined to die,
He remembers their wailing, the moans and the sighs,
And he saw the Grim Reaper wipe tears from his eyes.

He thought, where’s this God we all pray to for help?
And why don't his apostles give more of their wealth?
Why can't the rich nations put an end to this scourge?
Or in truth would they rather spend money on wars?


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