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War Zone Children Cry

I see war verses prosperity in the snipers eyes

He is living his life daily, do or he dies

Crushed like rubble, thrown into a broken world

Spun around by a political leader, then sold

Kings and warlords do not see why

The economy only selling oil will die

Fighting in a war zone, bad to the bone

Making stock money in oil, created by war alone

I hear crying, looking through the fog

I see the morning mist is rising in the bog

I see more people moving apart

I hear a snipers bullet; I feel it pierce my heart

I look up to the sky, feeling alone

I see a brown child that looks thin to the bone

With dirty face, little tummy swollen

I see the child run away, eating food stolen

A vicious hunt for liberty, wounding me

Invading a land, with democracy to set it free

Increased tourism and trade, you will see

Kingdom by kingdom financially free

I live in a war zone, can you tell

People all around me, fighting under a spell

Today on the desert sand, I may die

Wondering if there is heaven in the sky

I feel the blood racing through my body fast

My chest bleeding profusely, I may not last

Taken by a killer, unknown from my past

Will I be a tortured prisoner or die fast?

People with liberty, no longer sanctioned and free

These civilians no longer a threat to the West you see

Oil is the wild card, the currency people free

War mixed with oil raises prices, you will see

I feel someone pushing me down

I hear a loud bang and see a big man frown

What a brave solder I was born to be

Helping little children live in democracy, happy and free

He tells me my democracy will die

I see hatred fill his brown eyes

He tells me his family is dead

The last thing I feel is his bullet hit my head