Childs of War

where did it go our endless nights of

summer laughter there's nowhere for us to

grow a corrupted ambition sought

after what is the objective of a bleak

Grim War to the table it Bears Calamity and

suffering the thought of a lifeless

infant washed ashore wouldn't the hearts of these people be flustering

we didn't ask to be born in a city of

chaos born in the wrong place at the

wrong time 6,000 Miles West they worry

about playoffs glued to a flat screen TV devoid of crime

we are taught to sway and the war

is Relentless wind like a reed but it

isn't just the wounds on our bodies that

bleed the Earth beneath my feet hungers

for pain as the ground shakes it wakes

and breaks the dreams of all who sleep

the Screech of of the ambulance and the trickle of

somber rain it's too late so the bodies are piled up in a

heap playing soccer by the Sandy Sunny

Seaside those in peaceful countries can

do where we reside it's a pernicious

game of seek and hide one wrong move and that's it you'll fall through

I don't want to grow up and repeat what I've

seen forced to drown in a toxic sea of

bitterness with corruption at every

corner how can my mind Stay clean

those at War better pray for my

forgiveness we are all alone and our

tears are forced to be dried no one

prays for the children of war the ones

who have silently died.