Shrapnel of fire power, broken dreams at metal doorsteps
Guns and boots, marching through rotten bodies
Blood and more blood, drawn with impunity
The sanctity of life; no more than a mere ritual
The children weep, mummy is dead.
The children flail their arms in despair, daddy has been cut down in his prime
The woman gnashes her teeth, her son has been gunned down at the toll gate
The middle of splendour, the puddle of blood
The people run helter-skelter
The machinations of power decimating innocent lives
On the altar of greed, selfishness, self-love
The will of suppression must continue, our voices ought to be steeled
Huge and dapper young men decked out in expensive raiment considered fraudsters
The leaders of tomorrow, now the leaders of no future
A new path is sought, darkness falls on the path
The fire of juvenescence and the will to live a good life cut down in the mud
The children take to the streets
Runny noses and tear-filled eyes, seeking their parents
The women walk in the streets with maternal airs and splayed feet
Seeking their children
Torn apart by strife
Torn apart by greed
Torn apart by avarice
Torn apart by a will to suppress the truth
Driven down the deepest recesses of earth
Do you know where your children are?
Victims of a lost cause, a state that is no state
Do you know where your children are?
Written by Dafe Great
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