Faces of poor children,
Crying for they are forgotten,
Seeing the human carcasses rotten,
For their fate is already written.

War had made their hearts broken,
Militias using them with ill rules proven,
If they miss can’t be forgiven,
No one is there for their plea to listen.

Their minds are real stolen,
Life is their biggest burden,
In the forest are forced to carry weapon,
Have no otherwise but to follow the pattern.

The power of the military and militia reign,
Brutally killing and destroying forcing pain,
But convincing steps so far haven’t been taken,
Who will stand and save the child in oven?

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