Frozen buds are born into the world of blood and hate <br />They fall day by day <br />Caught up in the storm of rages. <br />Young lives are wrecked <br />Childhood is turned into cold hate <br />Guns are thrust into small hands <br />Innocent tears run down dusty cheeks <br />The tears of a newborn child run into rivers of blood. <br />They are forced to hate <br />Forced to kill <br />Forced to sacrifice their life for something they do not understand. <br />Many childhood years were cut short. <br />Their childhood was frozen <br />Wrecked from the start of their lives. <br />Innocence to anger <br />Toys to guns <br />Guns to kill <br />They do not deserve this life. <br />Where is human kindness? <br />Forever fearing <br />Forever scarred <br />Frozen buds live to drown in a never ending hate which was never theirs.<br /><br />Natasha Kirke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frozen-buds/
