The child sits alone in the dark woods as she begins to cry <br />No one can here her no one can see her for there is no child but an empty soul of what use to be a happy child <br />What is left of the child is nothing but tears and hate <br />For the war has killed all she has known and all that she has loved <br /> <br /> <br />The woods are nothing but fire of her burning soul <br />She sits in a ring of fire a fire of what use to be love <br />All the love has turned to hate and all the hate has turned to tears <br />For she was a child of 8 <br />A child of 8 with her baby sister not even 1 <br />They awoke to flames and nothing but black air <br /> <br /> <br />All they herd was fires and yells <br />Yells and fire was the last they had seen <br />For they was in the middle of a war <br /> <br />A war that hade nothing to do with them but for them alone they were in a war <br /> <br />The crying child of 8 wished for only peace for were her house had been was nothing but a ring of fire a ring of fire that her soul was trapped in <br /> <br />All had been lost for a war that meant nothing <br />A child of 8 <br />A child not even 1 <br /> <br />Lost and miserable souls of no freedom or hope <br /> For all was lost in a war.... <br /> <br />Now in the night nothing but dark cries are herd <br />Silence is never rely their <br />For all that is their is cries and despite <br /> <br />Lost child in the woods come out to play <br />To play and to cry for lost children or herd <br /> Roaming for their parents but no parents to find <br />Lost and crying <br />Crying and lost <br /> With one thing in mind <br /> <br /> When is their justice to be herd? ? ? ...<br /><br />Sasha Lepsch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-childs-cry/
