loverofbeauty

Let the children play their games Before you turn the world to cinders, Before the blue skies choke With the plumes of your anguish - Before your waves of iron Drown out their sweet songs Let them soar feather-light Above the carnage you bring - Leave them out of your war cries Your frontline sermons Let them spiral for the sunlight From the labyrinth you’ve blazed - Let them have their day To till the charred and broken earth, To mend the unseen scars On their small, smoldering hearts