Hot breeze and anxiety.
Destroyed toys are everywhere.
We see children holding guns, but we don't care.
They live as blind messiahs of liberty.
Today, they killed one more family.
Little boys and girls march in silence
Across red-blood fields of war and violence.
We do not cry before a smashed lily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm! End of Childhood indeed. The traditional way of growing up is gone. What is sowed in mind of our kids is injurious to the world. Nice thought! kudos
Hi! Good evening! It's true! Today children around the world live like adults and it is sad and cruel. What have we learned since First Industrial Revolution? Children aren't children and it seems to be a virus around continents.