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I Long for the Day
I long for the day, when all we feel is love,
no more hatred, no more pain, just happiness.
I long for the day, there is no more war,
to pick up a newspaper and see only peace.
I long for the day, where there is no hunger,
an end to poverty, drought and famine.
I long for the day, children can live without fear,
no oppression, no abuse, no manipulation, no hurt.
I long for the day, when we can all live as one,
no sectarianism, no warfare, no killing of innocents.
I long for the day, where anyone can love,
regardless of colour, culture, faith and sexuality.
I long for the day, where there is a cure,
for every illness, so no child dies in childhood.
I long for that day, when I can live and not fear,
because of a premature death, signalling my end.
27. July 2015
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I Long for the Day
I long for the day, when all we feel is love,
no more hatred, no more pain, just happiness.
I long for the day, there is no more war,
to pick up a newspaper and see only peace.
I long for the day, where there is no hunger,
an end to poverty, drought and famine.
I long for the day, children can live without fear,
no oppression, no abuse, no manipulation, no hurt.
I long for the day, when we can all live as one,
no sectarianism, no warfare, no killing of innocents.
I long for the day, where anyone can love,
regardless of colour, culture, faith and sexuality.
I long for the day, where there is a cure,
for every illness, so no child dies in childhood.
I long for that day, when I can live and not fear,
because of a premature death, signalling my end.
27. July 2015
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Shivering Message
Chilling on a cot with a blinking candle,
without the warmth of a fire,
Wearing the old rag that by day.
A winter coat by day,
a duvet turned upside down by night,
to lie with head down on a heap of dung,
and the breath of it freezes the chamber,
in the corner of which sits hopelessness,
where body and soul spill.
Brothers and sisters, you who have lived better,
who have often mocked us,
Let your loving hearts be gentle with us,
For our lives are coming to an end.
Cri Amer
Chilling on a cot with a blinking candle,
without the warmth of a fire,
Wearing the old rag that by day.
A winter coat by day,
a duvet turned upside down by night,
to lie with head down on a heap of dung,
and the breath of it freezes the chamber,
in the corner of which sits hopelessness,
where body and soul spill.
Brothers and sisters, you who have lived better,
who have often mocked us,
Let your loving hearts be gentle with us,
For our lives are coming to an end.
Cri Amer
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