CHILDREN OF WAR

The night came with horrors Children of Palestine, those whose youth came to an end at bomb blast. Names forgotten on a trigger of a gun, WHOSE sons will never see the sun? Children of Gaza who ran after drones thinking they are toys Sounds of terror leaving limbs scattered like graffiti on burnt walls. children of Yemen, whose smiles faced machine guns and shrapnel In the forgotten stain of crushed mosquito on a trigger, blood of the innocent forgotten like oil spills at sea. broken mothers in search of missing body parts, even a finger will comfort their tears. Children of collapsed cities are orphans for a way to go home is death. The ground beneath innocent soles are graves, play grounds are possible gravesites, children of wounded fathers are missing siblings who will never be found. NO search part, nothing just ruin and rabble. children of war, I have seen your smiles with flowers in your hands BUT received flowers on your unmarked grave, its sad.