Minefield Walk 
 
Sun shines through Windows - I start yawning, 
the birds are singing - just another lone morning. 
The Sky is blue and no clouds to see, 
I go to the Kitchen to boil me a tea. 
  
All dailly routines passing my mind, 
breakfast, washing, and always be kind. 
Thats how the morning should begin, 
but my morning starts with violence and sin. 
  
I turn on the TV and what do I see, 
Soldiers shooting People - that should not be. 
Childrens which lost their legs by a mine, 
that should not be and a mother starts to cry. 
  
I go to the Kitchen - start boiling a tea, 
The Pictures of War stand always by me. 
Soldiers, Rockets, Mine's and Guns, 
over a Minefield another Child runs. 
  
I drink my tea and see it clear, 
those poor little children are living in fear. 
Every Day could be their last, 
their lives are over just with a blast. 
  
All politics just sit there and talk, 
but they never done a minefield walk. 
They always stay in their well guarded room, 
and on the minefield another Child walks.. BOOM. 
  
I wish for all the people in charge, 
with their Armies brutaly and large. 
They will change their hollow talk, 
if they survive a minefield walk.