****** of the innocent.............

One door opens, as another door shuts,
Drugs, knives, coppers, over dressed *****.
Colours worn, weapons in hand,
Children dying in a blood tainted land.

No more hatred, no weapons to yield,
No more coffins in a mud sodden field.
Hatred now gone, no more youngsters to die,
No need for anger at the places they lie.

When the door opens, the door opens wide,
No more denying, no places to hide.
No time for distance, no walking away,
No children dying, no murders today.........