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[aid] => mick
[title] => Six Years Old
[time] => 2008-03-24 13:26:08
[hometext] => Who will save us?
[bodytext] => I sit and wait in the darkness Watching the stars dull and the sky turn grey A shower of blood falls from the weeping Goddess's eyes As she witnesses the horror she's created Watching her children kill their brothers and sisters And wondering what to do I'm hiding under the porch Seeing where the greed of mankind is leading Waiting for the end of time Crying as I watch those around me fall down dead The showers of blood do not cease And the body count just keeps rising I'm just a little girl Lost in this bloody and cruel world Waiting for the Goddess to take me into her arms And tell me it's all okay I huddle closer to my teddybear as the bombs go off The sounds burning my ears, the sight of smoke and earth rising around in the distance They're nothing new I'm only six years old, I don't know what I did wrong As a stranger's face appears in front of me He's knelt in the mud, holding a large gun I cry out to the Mother of our kind I beg her to forgive all the people in the world I tell her I'm scared for us all As I stare at the man in front of me, his weapon drawn I close my eyes tightly, tears flooding around and then... I hear the Goddess singing, lulling me to the light that surrounds me She smiles softly and pats my head Whispering praise and love I'm only six years old, I don't know why we're fighting And I don't know why I had to die [comments] => 3 [counter] => 227 [topic] => 57 [informant] => desolantdreamer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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