An idea
something that is thought of
An idea
can be something that can be done
An idea
something people will elaborate on
An idea
Will may or may not be done
An idea
we all may have one
An Idea
May fall by the wayside
An Idea
May make you decide
An idea
We all have them
An Idea
When done will bring you pride
The outcome is allways the same
when you play the game
The answer is never the one you think
when your on the brink
War never turns out the same
when the innocent are allways maimed
The bigwigs make the decision
But the people fight the mission
So don’t let the fight be in veign
never let the world be the same
Shoot to kill
who is to blame
Gadafi England
USA war plane
Death for oil
cease of life
Hospitals full
of husband and wife
Bullets fly
Bombs they fall
buildings explode
people stand tall
Fight for their rights
young and old
Shout it out loud
write it bold
matters to them all
all the same
What is to happen
In the end game
DON’T LISTEN DON’T LEARN
DON’T WORRY DON’T EARN
DON’T LIVE DON’T DIE
DON’T FIRE DON’T CRY
DON’T HURRY DON’T RUN
DON’T LOVE ANYONE
DON’T WIPE THE TEARS
DON’T BLOW THEIR NOSE
DON’T WORRY BECAUSE SOON
YOU WON’T HAVE ANY WOES
DON’T WORRY ABOUT THE END
DON’T WORRY ABOUT THE WAR
DON’T WORRY ABOUT NOTHING
DON’T WORRY ANY MORE
DON’T WORRY SOON THERE WILL BE
THE LAST AND FINAL WAR
I look as I learn
I learn when I grow
there are things
that we know
they are places
were we must go
no worrying about places
or thinking about time
it’s just life as we live it
and it ends with a rhyme
To decide it
to make a choice
when you make it
is it to late to change it
When you Carry it out
it then happens
When it is done
then it is over
So the decision
to do it
has the option
Change it
So make the decision
To start it
then decide
To do it and end it.
To be loved
is to wake everyday by her side
To be loved is
To have her hand inside mine
To be loved
Is to see her smile
To be loved is
To walk with each other for a while
To be loved
Is to look into her eyes
To be loved
is to know she is allways mine
To be loved
That is what I know
To be loved
because I know I love hers so
The world is hit
with war and rain
The people are
hit with hurricanes
land gets wiped away
as earthquakes strike
The tsunami hits
people are in strife
People rush too help
but, its too late
As war rages one side
and nature waits
So the worlds time stops
no way to recover
As this is the time
world time over.
You have your life to live
but who had your life to give
You spend your time online
where did you get your time
You walk about you travel
but who had the idea to move
Music is produced for you
then your taught to groove
The weather is so cold
Your taught to keep yourself warm
There is a war looms, a bomb falls
a Horn sounds, you are warned.
But if these things are taught and given
Who was tough by who, who’s living
The circle of life is round
You learn you travel you hear a sound.
Sitting thinking
about the world
as people revolt
with flags unfurled.
Sitting watching
The BBC news
The shooting the bombing
blood and peoples issues
Sitting hearing
what people say
About Gaddafi
Should he go should he stay
Sitting wondering
what comes next
The cuckoo the eagle
a man in a nest
Sitting here
Watching the TV
News flash news flash
Bomb oil the middle east
Sitting here
sitting there twenty years on
and all this war
will still rage on.
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