The Children

They are children
Children playing unaware
The world is full of wonder
In these youthful eyes

They do not know they are starving
Or that they drink diseased water
They do not know a life
Lived any other way

They know the sound of gun shots
They know the threat it brings
But these children….
They don’t know why …neither do i…

They know that nature can be cruel
As time and time again
Their numbers dwindle
Death takes even the young

The bodies lie in mud
Their sisters, brothers, friends…
They see them piled up
A place of silent mourning

It’s the storm that takes them
It’s the gun that takes them
It’s the disease that takes them
It is death that takes them….

They live in huts
They live in villages
They become slaves
They become graves….

Children with dead eyes
To let them die this way
While the rich get richer…
It is beyond criminal…it is tragic….and it is real