Holding on to life, thread bare and weary of razor edged strife,
Falling prey to Lords of War, huddled mass of hope,
braced behind a fragile hearts door,
Seen only as fodder to send against the cannons of their neighbors father,
Fear cut with hate, opens wounds to fester while they wait,
Endless days of abuse, fold into countless years without the relief of tears,
Children visible only from within the shattered shell, shocked core of their living corpse, standing bravely with a gun, invisible child's heart dreaming of the day,
peace and childhood will again live as one...