No-one
asked the children if they thought war was fine
Now they walk
unprotected among many a land mine
That dad would receive a hero’s
welcome, well they lied
He'd be confined in chains if he's not on the
winning side.
No-one told the children that they would bear
the brunt
When parents die in crossfire predators be on the
hunt
They are put in prison just for being their parents’
child
Living among the dead, tortured and growing up wild.
No-one gave the children the choice to have a good life
And it's no fault of theirs either to have to live in strife
It’s a child’s privilege to have family, home and shelter
When he becomes a child of war he faces a bleak future.
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To fight, to kill, to pillage and to listen to a warrior’s call
So when man says he fights for freedom it’s a disclaimer
His reason for warfare has always been a show of power.
30 Sept 2012
