Hear the children's laughter? Filled with joyous song of Charity, love and hope Of a brighter tomorrow. Their lives only a blur Of reality and love. No time to grope or mope Or to even show sorrow. Hear the children's weeping? Filled with desolate despair Confusion and painful Memories of the past. No more children's singing Only living a nightmare Bound in a beautiful Tapestry forever cast. Hear the children's terror? Filled with sleepless nights, Queer feelings of isolation In a world that doesn't care. Leaving no room for error, I see no more moon twilight, Or anymore living motion. Now I can start to prepare... Hear the children's silence? I invite death openly, Bitterly cold, dreary and dark. Inviting a better world. Filled with less turbulence, And chaos which closely Resembles the landmark Of what could only be hell uncurled.
Circles of companionship, now armies of adversaries. Now fighting amongst each other for independence from each other. The bitter blood, stains of torn hearts. Tormenting trials of pain in establishing new friendships.
Greatly, I dream harmony, towards humankind and hearing children’s laughter bringing smiles to grown-ups long broad faces.
Feelings I thought I had for you, are now a shattered memory of what was once a great friendship.
No more bloodshed, fatherless daughters nor motherless sons.
Just tranquility towards what was once animosity amongst my fellow friends.
Gently, I hold and guide the hand, that once spoke of cold reality, now it warms my heart to see my friend’s neutral home of prosperity of love become part of me again.
How it was once bitterness, keeping me from meeting you, now your gentleness and thoughts made it all come true.
Now, the time finally slipped away from the hands of midnight to what was once almost erupted into a nuclear holocaust.