Children of the cruel war stand dumb
As from above the bombs rain down,
Youngest sucking on her thumb
Thinking in the dust she’ll drown.
One girl rummaged from her treasure views
An IPad dusty, covered brown,
Wipes it clean to inputs daily news
Trusting battery won’t let down;
Hoping there to change how people act,
Find the culprits, put them all in jail!
Why must they be constantly attacked?
Can’t they hear the children wail?
Erring parties should be bought to heel
And put away without appeal!
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