610 000 Children. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

As the world looks on,
610 000 precious lives
weigh in the balance.
Living in tents without
food and water,
while the enemy invades them
by foot and by air.
But our so called 'leaders'
do not care.

610 000 little children
who deserve much more.
Whose only wish is to live
in peace without the trauma
of an air raid.
And what did we swear?

We swore we would never let
it happen again.
Empty promises we made.
610 000 souls who just want to play
and dance in the sun.
But the enemy stops their aid.

They have had no food or water for weeks.
They cannot even go out to play
for fear of drones shooting them dead.
Now the enemy will bomb their tents,
they will paint their streets in red.

610 000 children who are loved dearly
by their parents.
Why does our world not love them too?
Like all little children their lives
should be filled with peace and plenty.
What are they to do?

610 000 with nowhere to go.
No one hears their cries.
The enemy surrounds them.
Their plan is slaughter,
based on countless lies.

As the world looks on,
610 000 precious lives
weigh in the balance.
Living in tents without
food and water,
while the enemy invades them
by foot and by air.
But our so called 'leaders'
do not care.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20240512