Sweet Children (title contest)

by Natasha   Oct 31, 2007

Sweet children

We live in a world, it seems a great place,
but selfishness and hatred leaves it's trace.
houses are bombed and people are killed,
an innocent child, it's blood has been spilled.

A little girl crying, her mom on the floor,
too young to realize what she fought for.
Another young child, his dad has been killed,
not knowing he's next for the coffin he built.

We live in a world, it seems a great place,
but pain and suffering leaves it's trace.
A modern day genocide and feelings of hate,
heartless men seal a young child's fate.

Our sweet children, carrying knives,
an eight year old, taught to take lives.
little children fed nothing but fears,
dying eyes cannot shed tears.

the world remains silent, and closes it's eyes,
when it comes to night, nobody cries.
For the forgotten children, dying in war,
for the broken families who have nothing more.

Our sweet children paying the price,
innocent hearts turning to ice.
Our sweet children dying each day,
our sweet children fading away.


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  • 13 years ago

    by robin milford

    Most excellent poem u took a simple title and turned it in to a work of art excellent job. Writing about these such things are difficult you did an excellent job.

  • 13 years ago

    by the simple girl

    While I find your words touching and very rhythmic, I have one main comment. I know that there is a lot of pain in this world, only the ignorant don't see it. But I also think there is still hope. It seems that generations will only get worse, but if we all put in an effort to try for a better life, I do believe it can be done. Our children will only fade away if we let them. I don't think you would allow that, and neither would I. Keep up the good work, you have the heart =)


  • 13 years ago

    by Bryan

    Tis a very good poem tasha, i love the flow and the grammer tis perfect, i give it a 5/5!!! keep them coming babe!!!

  • 13 years ago

    by Jackie

    An amazing poem, absolutely brilliantly written, 5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by Solus

    One day all children will have to grow in a world full of war and suffering. I weep at the mere thought of it.