The war child grows up
Never to see the beauty in the sky
The war child learns never to become
Attached to a place called home
The war child's imaginary friend
Isn't hope or peace but grief
The war child won't sing of happiness
But will lament and wail and scream.
The war child will never know love
For nothing lasts long in the world of war.
The sky isn't azure to the war child
Home isn't safe from destruction
Hope isn't known to the war child
Songs aren't written for peace.
Everything is different
To innocence foresaken by the bigotry of hate. |
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