A Child’s Reflection

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Made homeless from home
Bombed city where though many
Extend an armless arm, find it harder
To hold peace than explosives
In a napalmed land
Where arms are more expensive
Than human hands.As home
bred exile I learn to follow safety
through blood on the road
lit flashed by bomb-light,
To grow under a chemical sky
Dripping with nuclear fall outs
Flowing to other poison
Poured daily on earth and mind –
Today planet earth, tomorrow the stars.
How sad man who dreams of a home
In hereafter, can’t share their warmth
To each other’s heart, here and now
On native home land EARTH.

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