Children of War

This poem has been published by  Poetry Now

Death, destruction, all around Flashes of light, terrible sound A young child stands, terror, in eyes Alone amid screams, dying cries

No place to hide, from shrapnel of death Explosions erupt, its flames hot breath Young faces so old, etched in pain Not knowing the reason, for metal rain

Ruined buildings, slaughtered bodies lay Death from the skies, it's judgement day Innocent children, see families die Losing loved ones, alone they cry

Amongst ruins, once called home Searching the rubble, they silently roam Children of war, in devastated lands No one to help them, hold their hands

When will it end, will there be calm Think of these children, wish them, no harm These young victims, would you shed, a tear Imagine their suffering, pain and fear

Copyright: Robert Lewis 1998-2003 Worldwide All rights reserved This poem may not be copied by any means without the express permission of the author

Peace comes in dying, praying for death Tormented they wait, to draw, the last breath Through misty eyes, such carnage they saw Meek little children, children of war