Hear the children,
Scream their pain,
Laughter has left them
For pleasanter shores
Giggles and pranks
Run around no more
Soaked up by the cursed ground
And thrown up to the skies
What remains are the cries
The anguish, the frustration, the disbelief
Of how life could descend to such depths of pain.
How could such young minds,
Fathom the hate
The disregard, the punishment
And carry on the fate.
The ancestors, from their heavenly abode
The present, the future being obliterated.
Hear the children, whoever can hear them
For when the silence follows, it will be deafening no more.