Miles Away

 

In another country today

Someone is bent over a dead body

In another country today

Broken buildings and scrambles for water

Miles away from where we are happy

We are devastated.

 

Merry Christmas, children

Open your presents

And know how much you are loved.

Your parents, your family, everyone is here

Eat until we are sick

Laugh together until we cry

This is the best way to live

 

It’s a lucky day, children

We found a scrap of bread. Take my share

And know how much you are loved.

Unsure where your father is, your siblings

Sick from not eating

Never let them see you cry

This is the only way to survive

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

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