The dead-eyed beast of war is barking here,
He has torn through all things sweet and dear,
Terror drips from his claws and wide open jaws,
His senseless hate grips the village of the poor.

The dark days have flocked in full of fearful screams
And the nights chill the soul with dread dreams,
The tents rip and tear into a quicksand of despair,
There is nothing here but children weeping with fear.

Their universal faith sings of purity and simplicity,
Their spires and towers were spun in the city-of-cities,
Now in the dust of long forgotten deserts they die,
Their histories, and all their voices, now buried under lies.

Homeless, these children of ancient kings and emperors,
Forgotten and gone from the pages of perished empires,
Orphans now,
*Help them now…