Blazing Guns For Toys Poem by Varun Rao

Just a little voice
An architect of a smile.
In days as dark as night.
Heart of no hatred, but humble light.

Struggle, for what we spoil
Do you care for another's voice?
They Blaze guns for toys.

Just a little voice
An architect of a smile.
But, heard when ashes wither
Forced to be your mothers killer.

I hear you scream in pain
I know you have no choice.
Blazing Guns for toys
Blazing Guns for toys....