Poetry by Cathrine Hottran
The Devil's Work
Soldiers shooting their guns, without blinking.
Remains are left in the street, stinking.
The world is like a ship, that's sinking.
No one for war, can truly be thinking.
While Georgie boy gets away with lying,
Torturing and occupying,
Another child is wounded and crying.
He just lost his mother and his father is dying.
Hate around the world keeps growing.
The hope we had has now stopped glowing.
No good can come from the blood that's flowing.
It's the devil's work, which now is showing.
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C Hottran
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