As I walk upon this earth
And look towards the sky,
Thoughts creep into my head
That I have to question 'Why'.
The same sky I live under
As many far away
Who spend their life in terror
In case a bomb should come their way.
Children who dare not
Go outside to see the sun,
Or play and find mischief
That all children name as fun.
So sad their childhood
Should bear the stamp of fear
When parents can't tell them otherwise
Regardless of how close they hold them near.
The so called 'Wise adults'
That decide upon a war
Should think of little children
Before they suffer more and more.

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