We are the Children Bombs fall from the sky The little children wonder why? The night is mixed with blood and tears Screams that deafen the little ones ears In the name of what God or religion? Is this killing seen to serve a mission? In the name of what Tribe or Country? We the children ask you humbly We used to play and run all day Now we hide fearing bombs come our way The days we wander in search of foods Hiding from soldiers intent on blood feuds Bombs still falling from the sky The pain and terror, when shall we die? There is a gun on top a dead soldier there I myself ended this pain that I could not bear The bullet saved me from more despair