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No place for a child
The sound of gunfire is no game
The sound of gunfire,
Is no game here,
The soldiers’ eyes
Are wide with fear.
They cannot cry,
They’ve not learned how.
Their parents killed,
It’s their turn now.
Disease is rife,
And there is no cure,
A lingering death
Is all that’s sure.
They’re told the drugs
Are much too dear,
When they call
Why don’t we hear?
Living or dying,
On the street,
Bought and sold,
like so much meat,
When you’re alone,
There is no choice,
And when you’re young,
Who hears your voice?
The workers fight
To get what’s fair,
Abuse the young,
What do we care?
We ignore what a young life’s worth,
No place for a child,
This Planet Earth.
By: Jonathan Guckian
Is no game here,
The soldiers’ eyes
Are wide with fear.
They cannot cry,
They’ve not learned how.
Their parents killed,
It’s their turn now.
Disease is rife,
And there is no cure,
A lingering death
Is all that’s sure.
They’re told the drugs
Are much too dear,
When they call
Why don’t we hear?
Living or dying,
On the street,
Bought and sold,
like so much meat,
When you’re alone,
There is no choice,
And when you’re young,
Who hears your voice?
The workers fight
To get what’s fair,
Abuse the young,
What do we care?
We ignore what a young life’s worth,
No place for a child,
This Planet Earth.
By: Jonathan Guckian
