Our children are dying
Hear their cries outside
Limbs and bodies flying
From the past we cannot hide
Their tears keep flowing
From promises we never keep
Young aching hearts moaning
Broken spirits, a refuge they seek
Lands divided now empty
Futures laid in waste
Weren’t we tasked with knowing
That history repeats its mistakes?
The blood we spill darkens
Mirroring the day’s end
Tomorrow the silence will sharpen
As another baby’s life ends
By
Mello-Elo
Copyright Eloise De Sousa (All rights reserved) 2014
Picture courtesy of GAZA – “For the sake of our children, stop the war and make peace …
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