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Title: 1991

Writer: Ciara Haidar

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1991


Though I am not or nor grown
A life of peace I've never known,
The only place I've called my home
Lies burnt to dusty ground.

There's no one here to take my side,
No brother's back behind to hide,
No mother's arms out stretched and wide
For me to wrap around.

Instead the arrows they do fly
As foreign bombs fall from the sky
To help our neighbors help us die,
I hate, I hate you all.

So what is it I've learned from war
While blood is smeared across my door,
My sister branded as a whore,
My father in the dirt?

I've learned a lesson of the heart,
That none can join what God does part,
But I'll be damned if I don't start,
There's no one left to hurt.

The devil he wears blue and white,
He comes to me now every night,
His teeth are sharpened for a fight,
To me I'll make him bow.

A bullet now between his eye
And one for me and we shall die.
There's no one over me to cry,
They're waiting for me now.

They wait for me behind high walls
And I am growing ever tall
Until I see their lips and all 
To kiss for ever more.

And as we fall down one by one
I wish I'd never touched that gun,
I haven't got the legs to run,
It's hell that's left for me.

The wall I build back brick by brick,
They fade from view it makes me sick.
This tragic weave I could unpick 
If I just had the time.

I lie now in a fiery grave
And to the devil I'm a slave,
My wretched soul cannot be saved,
It burns forever more.

So what is I've learned from war
While knocking on my coffin door?
I've learned to try and learn no more,
It's hell that's left for me.
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