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You call this a war zone
You send men with guns
From far away
Men that are fighting for some cause
Some purpose
In which
They truly believe
You make this a battlefield
Guns in every arm
IED’s on the street
No one here is safe
You call this
Hell
This is only Hell
Because you have made it this way
This is my home
I was born here
Was raised here
I used to work here
Before the shops closed down
Yes
I would take my family
From this place
Leave this city
If I could
But who is to say
That you would not follow
Is there really a place
That you would not go?
Feed them
Educate them
Most important
Keep them safe?
They play amongst the gunfire
Collect shell casings
For toys
And souvenirs to sell
They eat from garbage cans
And beg for food when they can
You ask me why I am angry
Why I yell and scream
At all that will listen
A simple shop keeper
My pride
You have stripped from me
You wash your boots
Everyday
With my soul
I care not
Who wins
Or loses
I care not
How many of you must die
In the end
All I care about
Is when the fighting will be over
Then
And only then
Can I raise my family in peace
Ed Roberts 7/15/06
You call this a war zone
You send men with guns
From far away
Men that are fighting for some cause
Some purpose
In which
They truly believe
You make this a battlefield
Guns in every arm
IED’s on the street
No one here is safe
You call this
Hell
This is not a battlefield
This is not a war zoneThis is only Hell
Because you have made it this way
This is my home
I was born here
Was raised here
I used to work here
Before the shops closed down
Before those that could
LeftYes
I would take my family
From this place
Leave this city
If I could
But who is to say
That you would not follow
Is there really a place
That you would not go?
Where am I to hide my children
How can IFeed them
Educate them
Most important
Keep them safe?
They play amongst the gunfire
Collect shell casings
For toys
And souvenirs to sell
They eat from garbage cans
And beg for food when they can
You ask me why I am angry
Why I yell and scream
At all that will listen
Inside
I am still the same manA simple shop keeper
My pride
You have stripped from me
You wash your boots
Everyday
With my soul
I care not
Who wins
Or loses
I care not
How many of you must die
In the end
All I care about
Is when the fighting will be over
Then
And only then
Can I raise my family in peace
Ed Roberts 7/15/06
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