Prisoner of WarA Poem by Alicia HirsheyAll around me,
All I see, People are dying. Don't do this to me. The sound of a gun, Is a sound, Unmistaking. Nobody needs it, Our lives it's over taking. My child was taken, I weep with that no more. For now I weep in fear, There is someone at my door. I dare not open it, I fear they will take me next. All this world has turned against me. Put a bullet through my chest. Please don't do this to me. © 2011 Alicia HirsheyAuthor's Note
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Added on April 19, 2011 Last Updated on April 19, 2011 Author
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