by Sid de Knees

Created on: February 20, 2009

For strips of land!

Of late my mind meets with turmoil
and signs of pain where I should look
I find the cause a festered boil
perspectives of a well held book.

These days, and people of this world
cannot continue on and blind
to thoughts of children laying curled
while missiles search night skies to find

a foe of one, but not the next
no rather to the later, Knight,
cos I like they would march forth vexed
if they were killing kids at night.

Great tales arise of acts of pride
but he protecting glows inside.

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