Fire, it's hell everywhere <br />Gray clouds and corpses' diseases <br />We cried, we run and tried to cease it <br /> <br />Guns, bullets, tanks and soldiers <br />Homes became cemeteries, joys turned into fears <br />We just don't get the world so clear <br /> <br />Rockets rain, shower of flame <br />Life is the bet for this kind of game <br />We don't know who is to blame <br /> <br />Fathers are those who fight <br />Awake and crawl every night <br />But we children are who suffer in fright <br /> <br />War has no heart nor face <br />We're seeing troops falling from each race <br />Tired of hiding, having nightmares for days <br /> <br />If God really love those things we see <br />Will we children see what we're meant to be <br />War without meaning, will there be peace and harmony<br /><br />Genesis Bernaldez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-of-war-7/
