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I With no understanding Of cause and combat With no space to hide And shield their world From that of adults: Their lives are stolen. Enemies on both sides Decide their fate, Choose not to stop and see What lives they have undone What inhumanity They have displayed. II With the hope and joy Of young lives they Skip towards the gate. Eager to see what future Is in store for them. But this is a gate which Warmongering adults Have closed on them. Adults who have honed The tools of war Leaving lifeless bodies On the ground Which cannot rise And push open The gate into life. |
