Lost Children of War

Lost Children Of War Children are the innocents Their only crime is living They should be playing in the yard Hide and seek and tag Looking at butterflies as they fly by Instead, they have to hide in basements Watching their mothers and fathers die Seeing blood covering the streets They hear the bombs dropping Until the last one drops Then a lonely child is finally with other children Was it Russian, American, Syrian or from ISIS It doesn’t matter The children are still punished for their crime A crime they no longer can commit They lay on a concrete floor Waiting to be buried To make room for more innocent children Who died for a war no one understands