Children - Victims Of War
From war's womb, young specters rise and wail, Their fragile cries, a blade through ages driven, "What sins are ours?" their fading eyes grow pale, By sorrow's tide, their hopeful dreams are riven. For oil's black stain, a cruel and heartless game, Their tender hopes, by roaring jets are torn, Their stolen stars, now shrouded deep in shame, Their birthright lost, on hunger's thorns are borne. What reason finds, in eyes that blink and weep? Those rose-pink lids, slumber gets not rest, Once loved and radiant, shadows darkly creep, For crumbs they plead, and yearn to be released. Oh, haste you then, let justice’s thunder roar And mend the wrong, or face their ghastly war. ----Affaq