Their eyes are searching skywards
\nTheir innocence we feel
\nPale and broken children
\nEveryone was real
\nThey are the war torn victims
\nMotionlessly they be
\nLooking up to the heavens
\nEyes that will never see<\/p>\n
Their mothers sobbing quietly
\nTheir perilous decline
\nBeseechingly we hold our breath
\nThe lights of heaven shine
\nDown upon the sacrificed
\nFor they did nothing wrong
\nThey starved they cried they
\nWere denied
\nLife
\nYes they belong
\nNot here with other little corpses
\nIn the pale of day
\nAngelic little children
\nCast out and turned away<\/p>\n
Warring was excessive
\nFire and brimstone burst
\nImagining the fear they felt
\nWondering why they were cursed
\nTheir Angelic wings were broken
\nTheir little hearts no more
\nMurdered in a quiet repose
\nThey became just the spoils of war.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading