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Monday, August 26, 2024

Safe Haven, A Poem by Sarnia de la Mare, song by Tale Teller Club

 Safe Haven


Your hate they can feel

Goes way deep inside

And they can’t shake the feeling

That they’re going to die


The children are marching

Their Journey through Hell

Your hate hits their cheeks

And they die where they fell


Toy soldiers are melting

Dolls’ faces are breaking

This world that you’re making

Keeps taking and taking


Little pink hearts

Keep beating and beating

For love and safe haven

They’re waiting and waiting


Little girl singers

Little boy drummers

Your stealing their winters

Erasing their summers


Under the rubble

Of your toxic hate

The blood of the babies

Seeps under the gate


The gate of a home

Once filled with love

Where angels come down

To take them above


A place filled with doves

that you’ll never dwell

Cos all the warmongers

Are Going to Hell


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