Shadows cast by hatred’s hand
Where fear and innocence collide
Children stand on uncertain land
Witness the destruction of a nation’s pride
People attacking people
Without knowing who they are
The color of ethnicity
Hides many an internal scar
They see the hurt, they feel the pain,
The violence ceases to fade
Their eyes, they cry in tearful rain
Through the pain that violence made
From every shout and every cry
Fists smash with bitter truth
The world they knew begins to die
From stolen dreams of youth
Grown men attack each other
There is nowhere to run or hide
The children have more maturity
From a stronger pride inside
When the violence is all over
The smoke has cleared the skies
We lay hope within the children
For the future is their prize
Children, the bearers of the strife,
Will shape the world with tender hands,
From ashes of a shattered life,
They’ll build a hope that forever stands.
