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
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