A once warm bed, broken and left to thieves.
War is forced into a happy home.
Toys burn and confusion reigns.
Children of flesh and bone.
Skies once held sunny days and star gazing.
Eyes now stare up in fear and hate.
Limbs ripped from innocent bodies.
Children cry in heart ache.
Bullets scream though hiding places.
Mothers cry as they shield their babies.
Confused eyes look upon the blood and bone of a caring parent.
Children watch loved ones die in fear.
Fathers carry broken body through the streets,
cries of his loss fill the air.
War machines roll by indifferent.
The monster of death does not care.
Tiny coffins are pushed through broken roads,
Battered building moan in protest.
Another child died hungry and alone,
wondering why mom and dad did not come home
Vengeance fills innocent hearts.
The young mind can not comprehend,
how such violence can possible bring peace.
A child closes his eye and prays for it to end.
And when its all over what is left?
A new generation full of hate and regret.
A young spirit broken, swearing to avenge,
the pain and death with his last breath...
