Children In War

Empty massacres Small eyes are watching Their words Going up to the empty sky Fading away without any realistic effect No one notices No one understands But children try to find Their times Dreams And hopes which they used to have But, a whirlpool of hopelessness Captures them They will have An illusion of silence During the worst commotion Their pleading surely exists In their voices without sound In their writings without letters In their words without being said In their breathing In their minds In their silent screams And calmness in the madness