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.