Children are meant to be nurtured
To be in haven, us guiding their unsteady steps
Their eyes should be full of life
Embracing the beauty..
For that's innocence's duty
But why is it that....
The look of their eyes are ripe
Fear, hope, hunger, loss, wrath...
They are undeserving of such a world that brings these sights
What is there to change
Now that we have heard the sirens
And we still stand in silence