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Array ( [sid] => 54929 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Little Boy Soldiers [time] => 2004-07-05 22:53:54 [hometext] => A silent war. Be aware. [bodytext] => Two little boys on their bellies flat,
Head to head planning their next attack,
Green little soldiers strewn in-between,
A war is on ~ The fighting is mean,
Three green soldiers fall over dead,
A whistle is heard ~ Bombs over head,
Boom, boom, boom and noises galore,
These are the sounds of boys playing war,
A normal day for American lads,
A game passed on from grandpas and dads,
A game of play where no one dies,
Where everyone lives and no one cries.

Oceans away in Africa so deep,
A secret war is being played for keeps,
Little boys being taken from their homes,
Little boys who now have to survive alone,
Kidnapped, trained and forced learn,
To be a warrior ~ His main concern,
He learns to shoot a gun his size,
He learns to kill and watch men die,
He learns to hurt and to maim,
He learns it all to his shame,
Oceans away in the Congo deep
Little boys here are afraid to sleep,
For in this place age doesn’t matter,
War is real and noise isn’t clatter,
And the only toy that’s going to die,
Is the little boy soldier whose afraid to cry. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 57 [informant] => tifrob [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )

Little Boy Soldiers

Contributed by tifrob on Monday, 5th July 2004 @ 10:53:54 PM in AEST
Topic: war

Two little boys on their bellies flat,
Head to head planning their next attack,
Green little soldiers strewn in-between,
A war is on ~ The fighting is mean,
Three green soldiers fall over dead,
A whistle is heard ~ Bombs over head,
Boom, boom, boom and noises galore,
These are the sounds of boys playing war,
A normal day for American lads,
A game passed on from grandpas and dads,
A game of play where no one dies,
Where everyone lives and no one cries.

Oceans away in Africa so deep,
A secret war is being played for keeps,
Little boys being taken from their homes,
Little boys who now have to survive alone,
Kidnapped, trained and forced learn,
To be a warrior ~ His main concern,
He learns to shoot a gun his size,
He learns to kill and watch men die,
He learns to hurt and to maim,
He learns it all to his shame,
Oceans away in the Congo deep
Little boys here are afraid to sleep,
For in this place age doesn’t matter,
War is real and noise isn’t clatter,
And the only toy that’s going to die,
Is the little boy soldier whose afraid to cry.

Copyright Â© tifrob ... [ 2004-07-05 22:53:54]
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Re: Little Boy Soldiers (User Rating: 1 )
by InnerBeautyQueen on Monday, 5th July 2004 @ 11:13:31 PM AEST
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this is soooo sad. And really true, which makes it sadder.

Re: Little Boy Soldiers (User Rating: 1 )
by faith_my_eyes on Monday, 5th July 2004 @ 11:19:22 PM AEST
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Excellent poem... the circumstances of the world we live in are so tragic that people insist on using mere babes as their warriors. Let us pray ferverntly practices such as these will stop.

Re: Little Boy Soldiers (User Rating: 1 )
by Hanno on Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 12:08:40 AM AEST
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What makes this sad is that it is true, for years we have done nothing now we need to stand up and shout 'enough'. The UN is for the US and UK to make money legitametly.

Re: Little Boy Soldiers (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 01:04:20 AM AEST
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This is so sad....and so true...... Good write...
Jenni

Re: Little Boy Soldiers (User Rating: 1 )
by Stoney1 on Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 11:21:39 AM AEST
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I enjoyed reading your poem. Good theme!

Stoney

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