I saw in the news the other day
A long queue with small children's faces
With smiles of much anticipation
Empty buckets waiting God's graces

Some only had one small plate in hand
To be filled with food for their brothers
Parents perhaps afraid to be seen
Or mothers were dead and no fathers

War is hideous in any land
And it's the children who suffer so
Their minds and their bodies are stunted
They become what it is that they know...

How to hate, how to fight, kill and maim
Are we teaching them how to do this?
Destroying the land that they call home
Is war worth this sad, useless risk?

When do those smiles turn hard and jaded?
Oh, when does the innocence depart?
Allah did not declare holy war
They are taught that perverse change of heart

It matters to God, those little ones
When their small pounding hearts face grim fear
Blindly led down black alleys of death
Can we sit by and just watch them there?

We all can do at least this today
Pray with hearts reaching out unto God
For the children, men and women there
For peace on this great earth that we trod
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