Innocence

Their eyes are searching skywards
Their innocence we feel
Pale and broken children
Everyone was real
They are the war torn victims
Motionlessly they be
Looking up to the heavens
Eyes that will never see

Their mothers sobbing quietly
Their perilous decline
Beseechingly we hold our breath
The lights of heaven shine
Down upon the sacrificed
For they did nothing wrong
They starved they cried they
Were denied
Life
Yes they belong
Not here with other little corpses
In the pale of day
Angelic little children
Cast out and turned away

Warring was excessive
Fire and brimstone burst
Imagining the fear they felt
Wondering why they were cursed
Their Angelic wings were broken
Their little hearts no more
Murdered in a quiet repose
They became just the spoils of war.