Syria and one little boy

Syria what are we doing?

there but for fortune go, I

the evil of war

what is it  all for

when  so many  victims

must  cry

just look  here both of  his parents

did die

orphaned by something

beyond his control

where would he sleep

in some crater hole

No in between his parents

where he

feels some real closeness

some affinity

its all about

we are just pawns

on a board

playing a game

no one can afford

 

 

 

 

 

his parents both died

orphaned out of his control

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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