Cries of the Children
By: Lanaia Lee
(in honor of the children of war)
Hear the cries of the young ones and babes
From this hellatious war ravaged place
The children are our future. Are we so dense?
Always inviting death's evil face?
Hear our cries, hear our pleas
Begging for the violence to desist and stop
Wishing for another place to which we can flee
Where guns don't fire and bombs don't drop.
Please dear Lord help us get away
Running to and reaching out for a better time
For a time and place we can run and play
A place so silent it is like a mime.
The future is in our hands to mold
Letting in peace, harmony, and no war
Of places like this we have only been told
We are the future so hear our cries
To live in peace side by side
Where we could say hello instead of good-bye
A place from fear we could run and hide.
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