(My story: - I am a little boy of 7, I suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome... Lol..... too much for my age....my father greeds on next door uncle's garden.. they were friends... but now..... like fire and cotton... so are my mother and next door aunt.... but their son and me are the best friends in our class....)
Beautiful tulips
Bloomed in their meadow
Not in my land
Wow! The lustrous shadow?
Birds simply twitter
With the hums of bees
there they chatter
mighty magpies
my land is full of cow-dung
with noisy moo sickening ear and lung
and can hardly walk around
of course without a shoe into the ground
my dad’s a farmer
so is next door man Palmer
neither gets on together
but good friends in the history rather
my mom is a housewife
fought with next door lady twice
I know this is not nice
And we little ones pay the prize
My dad was stung by bees of next door
He was furious never like before
Mr. Palmer found to be the same
Being adults it’s a shame
Both fought nastily
Ladies joined swiftly
There was a sound of poultry
Crushing the tulips lavishly
Police rushed into the field
No arms yield
But I found......
my famly or his...
or it's yours with another...
it doesn't matter
one country with the other
it never matters
but I found.....
WMA (Weapons of Mass Destruction)
“Greed, Anger & Hatred”
Kolitha Lelwala
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weapons-of-mass-destructions-mr-bush-didn-t-find-but-i-found/
