Fire, it's hell everywhere
Gray clouds and corpses' diseases
We cried, we run and tried to cease it
Guns, bullets, tanks and soldiers
Homes became cemeteries, joys turned into fears
We just don't get the world so clear
Rockets rain, shower of flame
Life is the bet for this kind of game
We don't know who is to blame
Fathers are those who fight
Awake and crawl every night
But we children are who suffer in fright
War has no heart nor face
We're seeing troops falling from each race
Tired of hiding, having nightmares for days
If God really love those things we see
Will we children see what we're meant to be
War without meaning, will there be peace and harmony
Genesis Bernaldez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-of-war-7/
