The explosions in the street causes all to run and cover,
All look around for their children and lover.
Babies raised around guns instead of dolls with which to play,
Innocence and love stolen, as the young ones are thrown into the fray.
Mothers cry out for their babies, whom left, never to return,
Their parting waves into their minds burned.
Fighting to support something, which should never be worth a young life,
Or brothers, fathers, and sisters, or even the groom of the newly wed