Children of War

Savannah Skye

The insatiable quest for black gold forces
Tiny bruised backs up against the wall
How long 'til the cradle will fall
Crack wide open
Sending orphaned children
Guttersniped by catastrophic wars
Screaming like banshees
As they perilously flee
From their dismembered homes
On crippled feet
Mangled by cluster bombs
Out onto streets of indifference
Where they acquiescently tread
As they beg for a peaceful future
With outstretched hearts that have been shunned
By unfamilial minds of indifference
Whose hands push them out onto street corners to sleep
Inside dreams haunted by skeletal remains