War is killing,
Killing’s not right.
Why, oh why do we have to fight?
Day after day,
Week after week,
Why don’t we get a chance to speak?
You couldn’t stop counting,
The number of dead,
Lying outside, lying in bed.
But ….. if we could stop,
This continual folly,
And let us have peace, and let us be jolly.
So please you big people,
Please let us try,
Please no more trouble, I don’t want to die.
Ben Brown, Age 11, 1989































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