in hails of gunfire
Innocence and youth
from fragile hearts
caught in the crossfire.
If alive, displaced
if not physically.
hands of the young
the scarred future.
seeds of hatred and anger sown.
they rise on the corpses
of those they loved
those they deem martyrs.
Forced to set aside childish things.
Forced to surrender their childhood.
Dolls and toys,
replaced with guns.
Education and books,
replaced with knowledge of war
and images of blood and violence.
The sound of laughter
the sound of gunfire
The seeds are being sown in these broken hearts.
Seeds of war still to come
as hatred begets revenge
in lives tossed into wars
that they did not start,
but will continue to avenge those they've lost.
Innocence has been drenched in blood.
It has been defiled,
Hearts and minds have been scarred.
The blood of the dead stain the streets
and their stench fills the nostrils of the living.
Homes lie in ruins...
Families torn apart and killed.
They are the victims
Dead, maimed, wounded, alive...
they have been robbed of innocence.
that is the true tragedy.
For what shall stop a new generation
a new generation of fighters from arising?
the children of the dead.
Planted in a war torn land
and fed with the bread of bitterness and resentment.
They want peace.
They want back their innocence.
But can they truly get such priceless innocence back?
Or will the cycle of war continue...