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Burning the sorry hearts of a soldier true
Simple mind, unable to think what to do
Bombs fly, out of control, chaos, war
No peace, it was shattered with killings of the weak and poor
Say goodbye, quick, before the next strikes hot
BOOM! The bomb hits the target, the correct spot
One explodes and the next one's on it's way
No reason at all, why all these poor people have to pay?
No protection, completely vulnerable o the wild fire
No place to hide, no survivers, not even the sire
Running, screaming, moving fast
No regrets, no guilty consciences, it's all in the past
Children crying over parents' bodies, deceased
BOOM! Next the childrens' bodies are pieced
Blood, guts, bodies and limbs, scattered, flying
Everyone left cannot cease the crying
The planes swoop low and pass more bombs about
And later on troops, soldiers, will begin to scout
Kill those innocents left alive
No one, I repeat, no one survives
Legless children crawling, screaming to their family's sides
Why have these evil people come from across the tides?
Shot dead, stabbed, tortured, mutated
Bombed, raped, murdered, decapitated
This is what went on in East Timor in those years
All of this went on so near
But, was there help from us, our Aussie troops?
No! None! We sat around and to Indonesia's level we stooped
We weren't brave, weren't there when East Timor needed us most
Just 400 miles from our Darwin coast
It's a pity how we did not help the poor, just let them fall
We ignored there pleas for help, all their calls
Hang our heads in shame!
We are the one's to blame!
Poor, poor East Timor!
THEY needed us more (not Indonesia)
NOTE* This poem does not flow PURPOSELY because as it is a poem about a war, I decided to make it 'sketchy' and 'all over the place' like how a war is.
Also I do not mean to offend anyone with this poem, it just came to my head one day and I wrote the words and as I add every poem of mine onto here, I do not mean to cause controversy or to arise a past situation.
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