Hands Held High

I got to say something

Something that so true

The kids start dying when the

Rich start trying

You feel your chest pumping

As you here the news today

As the bomb went off the

You started to cough

And then you left the room

All the little helpless children

That get used for targets for bombs

As the parents life gets ruined

We don’t think of them at all

Every one says it will be ok

But it gets worse each day

A ten year old gets dragged

Beneath a car for sport

Im sick of all the people

Being scared to go on the bus

Just incase it might be there last one