A Child Soldier Cries
Children
O children
What are we to our elders
We are so much like feathers
That we don't regard our brothers
Our books, pens and pencils are guns
For which are classrooms are war fronts
With axe and cutlasses/machete
For physical/health education
We go on to practice amputation and mutilation
Children
O children
What does our future hold???
Children
O children
With narcotics for breakfasts, lunches and dinners
We are excited to kill, loot, rape and maim our brothers
Happily ready to go to the battle fronts
While they sit, laugh and enjoy at their numerous joints
In the midst of cross fire we face death
We endure this moment till our last breath
Children
O children
What’s in our future we have to behold???
Children
O children
Guns and bombs we throw away
Pens and pencils, books we take
Give us chance to love and live
Now in peace we do believe
No more fighting
No more wars
In the morning as we pray
Yet to see a brighter day
Children
O children
Lord, please grant us a better day..!
By: Ulric Quee - Dedicated to all Child Soldiers around the world!
6/8/2005
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