The untrained eye <br />Walks down the street <br />And sees children <br />But they're not children <br />There are no children here <br /> <br />Adults look back <br />With hungry eyes <br />And someone thinks <br />''They're just children <br />With a mother and a father <br />Never any fear'' <br />And they kid themselves <br />As there are no mothers <br />No fathers <br />Because there are no children here <br /> <br />Terror doesn't care <br />As they cry over there <br />It lets someone stare <br />Through the sight of a gun <br />Seeing everyone <br />And just for fun <br />Shoot them <br /> <br />People rush around crying <br />''But they were just children! <br />They were just children! '' <br /> <br />A man with a gun <br />Turns and runs <br />But as he does they hear <br />''They aren't children'' <br />And <br />''They weren't children'' <br />And <br />''You need to know: <br />There are no children here'' <br /> <br />No one makes a sound <br />Listening to the truth he's found <br />And they know: <br />It's our fault <br />We didn't save them <br />We could have saved them <br />If we cared <br />There would be children here<br /><br />Violet Llewellyn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-are-no-children-here/
