The Children of War are like little flowers trampled, <br /> Young and innocent, fragile and helpless, <br /> Surrounded by violence and rampant destruction- <br /> Their faces are filled with doubts and fear. <br /> <br /> The Children of War, so precious and dear, <br /> Stripped of their childhood years, their youth stolen away <br /> Are little Saints for human failing through no fault of their own. <br /> <br /> The Children of War, their lives lost and scarred, <br /> Are the world's hopes and future wasted; <br /> They are the cures never found, inventions never made, <br /> Dreams unfulfilled, thoughts and ideas forever gone -- <br /> An irrational tragedy, no justification to be found.<br /><br />William Sutherland<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-of-war/
