Hear the children's laughter? Filled with joyous song of Charity, love and hope Of a brighter tomorrow.
Their lives only a blur Of reality and love. No time to grope or mope Or to even show sorrow.
Hear the children's weeping? Filled with desolate despair Confusion and painful Memories of the past.
No more children's singing Only living a nightmare Bound in a beautiful Tapestry forever cast.
Hear the children's terror? Filled with sleepless nights, Queer feelings of isolation In a world that doesn't care.
Leaving no room for error, I see no more moon twilight, Or anymore living motion. Now I can start to prepare...
Hear the children's silence? I invite death openly, Bitterly cold, dreary and dark. Inviting a better world.
Filled with less turbulence, And chaos which closely Resembles the landmark Of what could only be hell uncurled.
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