Those crying children

If you saw the horrors that I hate to see
You would ask me again why I don't flee?

This is the chilling fate that is my life
With only one path that leads to strife.

This is the heaven for thousands of lies
With my existence in their hands as all humanity dies

Oh, I cannot tell you how much I cried
When I remember the friends, in my memories that have died

I see on the streets children crying
For their mothers beside whom they are slowly dieing

Recalling the reasons that make me want to live
Nonetheless is it easier to just stop and quit

My anger is burning with the need to break free
Hate, forced to be tolerant as they mock at me

Yet I wonder now why we don't fight
And end the suffering that is our plight.

Is it because we've lost all desire?
To fight for our lives and to somehow reach higher

But remember this friend; your tears are useless to me now
For I have died in what cannot be allowed.

For this war that had us children killed
Thousands of tiny graves that were slowly filled

Our hope that was that the insanity would fade
Along with the demon that arose my hate