The Children of War are like little flowers trampled,
Young and innocent, fragile and helpless,
Surrounded by violence and rampant destruction-
Their faces are filled with doubts and fear.
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Not necessarily true. Born before WWII I accepted it as the way things were. After the war I, and my contemporaries, grew into normal, well adjusted citizens.
this is a very touching poem. my heart goes out to the victims of war as well.
Shush fam