I have seen turture,

that make an infant

turn into an adult.

Hate that debate,

the very existance of children.

life was when they were in their

mothers womb.

Their tears recount sceens

that paint master piece of grim horror, 

the ink is mostly blood on the

hands of wicked dictators.

It could be days without food,

or weeks of blood bath.

It's not halloween but they are scared

hiding, in the bush, from the hunter.

Sceaming like howling wolves.

These rebels burst thier bubble,

of  imagination, this is not a nations.

It is a battle field for greedy hands.

The children are crying out from Somalia, Lybia, Congo...