Brian Ely Poems

The bombs drop
Dirt falls on a soldier's helmet
A child cries
His mommy is dead
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Desolation and destruction
Sounds of explosions
Ringing in my ears
Gunshot wounds
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Stop the press
Cancel the orders
Everyone stay within your borders
Stop the pushing
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Babies don't need bombs
And i don't either
Babies don't need guns
And i don't either
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Standing in a doorway
Unsure of to stay or leave
If i stay it will end so fast
But to leave is to grieve
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Yes i am
Very cute
Go on play your flute
Write me song
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Emma, emma
I loved you on that show
You made my sad heart glow
You made me a smile
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It's already gone

I'll never see it again
Remembering when i had friends
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It is seven o seven
Sitting still
Doing nothing
Time to kill
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Walk up the hill
Reach the top
Stand and stare
Stop, stop, stop
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