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BORDERLINE

A little boy sits in a prison cell

                                                                                in a land across the sea

everyone knows he is innocent

but nobody sets him free.

 

 

There are children down in Africa

whose bodies know only pain

not knowing when they will eat again

or why the bad men came.

 

 

Terrorists are in every corner

of the world today

they speak of God and then use their bombs

and take good people away.

 

 

Someone is lying wounded

a victim of a war

wondering where the love is

that’s supposed to save us all.

 

 

Why does it have to be this way

does anyone really know

my faith is on the Borderline,

and doesn’t know where to go.

 

 

 

 

 

— Timbo, Mar 23, 2010

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Country/Region: GBR

Favorite Poets: Rather than poets I tend to be influenced by songwriters and have a love of lyrics.

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