Flowers
When Day Becomes Night
Call Silence if you dare, 
And don't take too long to look and stare. 
Bodies strewn along the road lay prone 
Bullets shattering, aeroplane engines drone. 

Run little boy and don't look behind! 
Close your eyes little boy you won't like what you find! 
The beating of your tiny heart will race 
Until the sounds of machine guns takes it's place. 

Little girl crying in an empty street. 
Where's your mother little girl? Laying dead at your feet. 
Your cries of confusion won't be heard for this grave wrong 
Crying tears of blood for this life gone. 

Take a look around you those in power, 
Look at the destruction you cause every hour! 
People blinded be a sudden light 
A world dying, when day becomes night!

Katherine Wolfheart, 26/6/1988
 
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