See through the eyes of the innocent child
Watch the murders that no one deserved
Looking for parents being unreconciled
The soldiers of Death, observed

A taste of cordite hangs in the air
No rest until sleep he succumbs
Hunger attacks, no sustinance there
He savours peace, only if it comes

Listening now for a well known voice
Hearing the cries of his dying friends
Caught in a conflict that's not their choice
And a suffering that knows no ends

Smell the death of a nation now lost
The pungent aroma of corpses now rotten
So little gained for such high a cost
A news report so quickly forgotten

Touch for a moment that innocents' face
Feel the tortured beat of his heart
Sense the lost hope that we cannot replace
As our world (and his) blown apart.