Darlene Smith Poet Rhyme

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

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Christopher Lampton March 14, 2015 at 2:33 PM you have a great writing form. and you speak the truth in this world

M. L. Kiser February 25, 2015 at 3:10 PM What does one say? You speak the truths that we must all, take time to ponder. We must do better in the future.

Neva Romaine February 23, 2015 at 9:45 AM Hey Darlene, this is a wonderful tribute to every one of these helpless children caught up in adult madness through no choice or fault of their own. Thank you for helping us keep them in our hearts. Beautifully written. Be Blessed, Neva Darlene Smith December 1, 2015 at 3:29 AM Thanks be to you also for keeping those children in your heart

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty February 21, 2015 at 11:11 PM The world is a sad, cold place- strong words but true. We cannot provide proper environment to our children...God bless Darlene //Rajat Darlene Smith December 1, 2015 at 3:30 AM Wa'do friend and blessings for you as well