Friday, 12 August 2016 02:46

War Child

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Hear them crying in the street
As they take away their dead.
See the children's ashen faces
Should be safely tucked in bed.

No time for childish daydreams,
When war dictates your life.
No happy sounds of laughter
Pain cuts you like a knife.

Gone from your eyes,
That childish glint of hope.
You're struggling for survival,
Praying you will cope.

Look into the children's eyes.
Can't you see they've lost their soul?
With your greed and need for war,
Their innocence you stole.

War child -
Your face is etched with misery.
War child -
I wish that I could set you free.
Maureen

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