The Little Toy Soldiers
A vicious cycle that never ends,
no one knows forgiveness, no know knows amends.
The children are taught anger and to hate,
a gun in their hands, this is their fate.
Stolen are their innocence, stolen are their smiles,
made to march, made to stagger a thousand foresaken miles.
Born into poverty, born with no choice,
They cannot speak up, because they were born with no voice.
Made to do others biddings, for a cause they do not understand,