CHILDREN'S DEATH

The death of children amidst the cross fire
of ideas is evil’s grandest gesture.
Not even the loss of love nor a summer
without flowers creates a grief as deep
As the theft of children’s laughter.
No horror speaks as loudly as
the final cries of children.
who,like birds,
seek to spread their wings even when the
sky bleeds
Dead dreams,
In these dark moments,
the Earth’s great heart

Stops beating,
In the void that evil leaves behind,
a question arises:
If fools make war on innocence,
then who becomes grief’s companion?

A single shaft of sunlight,
falling on a drop of blood.
A bird rising higher than danger.
A blade of grass,
defiantly green after fire wipes
clean the face of desire.
But most of all,
Music created by children’s tears.