Innocent children
sculpt on the yoke of suffering
of resentment
of having a life where there's no life
are caught in the crossroads of lands poisoned by unrepentant strife

Limbless parents
decorate landscapes
and meet their ends before the ends make giant approaches

Hunger sails like birds on flight
confusion ruthlessly tackles brains
as these children grow recusant

Forgotten and abandoned to their fate
they tear themselves to shreds
as many receive the kiss of death before even striking eleven

Yet the world veils herself in silence
they pretend not to notice any problem
nor the growing transformation of kids into beasts of no nation
yes, they wear earplugs and sunshades

Local medias are afraid of their lives
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