Children of Misfortune

Children of Misfortune

 

There is nowhere safe to hide

In this whirling storm of death.

With our too-big guns and helmets.

Why are we forced to fight
 

In this whirling storm of death?

Every day we live in fear.

Why are we forced to fight

In a game of power among men?
 

Every day they live in fear,

Small bodies to small graves we send.

In a game of power among men,

There is no room for children.
 

Small bodies to small graves we send.

We cut them down so we can live.

There is no room for little children

In this war.
 

We cut them down so we can live

With our too-big guns and helmets.

In this war,

There is nowhere safe to hide.

 

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