Children of War

All Children Are Beautiful But born in a world of hate Each one is wonderful Born a little too soon or a little too late Not given a chance to truly know peace Hunger and wars are their daily routine Due to greed or difference of beliefs A time of suffering like none we've ever seen Our precious, tiny gifts of wonder Our sweet bundles of joy For profit, they are murdered An elitist's twisted ploy Laughter replaced by muffled sobs Timid creatures who once were babes Armed and angry mobs Body bags and unmarked graves The world is a sad, cold place When little ones die in vain We have failed oh' human race We should all feel great shame. Darlene Doll Smith