Children of War and Peace

In a world of culture and pockets of gold,
It is easy to ignore those, who's futures have been stole.
This is a world of dust and of sand.
Where the vulnerable are not met by a helping hand.
These are the children of war and peace.
They are met by standards and billboards from the middle east.
Expectations and role models they do not understand.
Freedom to love, grow and live are all banned.
Slyly under their noses the government sleep with the rich and the loaded.
The corrupt and the clever allowed to cheat,
Defining the outcome of no defeat.
Manipulated children stripped of innocence and care.
Creativity blocked, sealed within.
Never to Share.
Harsh realities light a dull value moon.
Naivety ending far too soon.
A sight that takes my breath each time like the first.
A thousand lights light that same blue sky,
when you finally breath your met by a cry.
Each beautiful light a symbol of joy,
is yet another neglected girl of boy.
It's hard to breathe, to sleep, to eat.
When you realise lives are treated so cheap.
Keep a smile and shovel more sand,
when they reach out they'll find our hand.
I know it takes time to love and to grow.
To re-build a community and let the love show.
But we are the first of many to come,
we arrived in jeans, mascara and chew gum.
We will help to change and knock down that wall.
We pick each other up. No one shall fall.
It takes years- Few may survive this war.
But we are the first to come.
There will be many more.