Do you know where your children are?

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