In my dreams there’re hundred guns
In the hands of young children
They rule the world, they terrorize
With false glory in their eyes
Though little kids, they’re really strong
With their own set of right and wrong
Driven by an evil squad
No fear of death or even God
They think they’re moral and they’re right
Oh the dreams I have at night
I also have them through the day
Nothing more than the new world’s way
Sharp Swords
Frank Solanki 
Nice Post! I thought this poem was about children kidnapped to be child soldiers. Is that right? Then I read some comments above and reread the post and it sounds like political leaders. I know written pieces can be interpreted many ways, but what was your original intent? Thank you.
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The former. Thanks and welcome.
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It’s the way of world now. Sigh..hmm
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Quite unfortunate, isn’t it?
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I know someone’s already pointed it out but this poem is so eerie. It describes the way of the world now.
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Yep.
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An amazing piece on facing reality.
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Thank you.
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😉
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Good afternoon dear,
The words written by you are shape than swords , somewhere lays down these reality of life, printed on heart which is unforgettable and unseen.
Nicely wrote.
Thank you
SKS
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Thanks.
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You are welcome always🤗
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Scary but true! x
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Enjoyed this as always! So true it’s happening every where, some people have lost the rest for life & authority.It streaks your heart to see so many young people losing their lives over foolishness. The sad part is most don’t have any remorse of the lives they destroy!😔😔😔😔
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I know…
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Frank love the composition 👍
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Thank you.
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Good word. You been watching too much replays of what goes on in Washington before bedtime?
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Not just Washington…
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The world is heading for a war ….only saving grace is a poets sword.
I wish if it was just a dream but it’s the stark reality . Nice post Frank
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Thanks, Sakshi.
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My pleasure 😊
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What a brilliant thought Sakshi!!
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Thank you… what can I call you?
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oh my given name is Jean Paul Limage but all know me by my artist name the_BlackHobbit heh Sakshi😜
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So I shall stick to BlackHobbit😊
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hahaha you more curious than I thought 😂🤣🤣 that’s wonderful than.
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😊😀
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It’s scary. I posted about this when Junior was killed in the stabbing. Young people are not being taught to respect life.
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True. Thanks for the comment.
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Sadly some nightmares come true in daily life!
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Quite unfortunate, isn’t it?
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Yes!
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a brutal picture of the stark reality we are living in.
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True, sadly.
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I feel safer with the actual children than I do with so many pseudo-adults.
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Very powerful and timely poem Frank.
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Thank you, Walt.
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This is so real. Wish kids would learn how powerful their words could be. They can recover from a blast of words.
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Thanks for the comment. Appreciate it.
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Aren’t most of the world’s leaders really little kids dressed up and playing war? Not too many adults out there if you ask me. Nice poem.
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True and thanks.
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