In the name of our children

A poem about the importance of our posterity.

The rebels had been gathered

And no one even bothered

Securing the children of tomorrow

Lost in the rebel's vengeance and sorrow

They were sitting in a corner

Would never be growing older

Their despair increasing 

Their beloved ones deceasing

As the penalty commenced

The children put up their defense

Crawling against one another

Crying out for all their brothers

The world they knew so well

Would forever disappear 

And all the precious children

Would crumble in fear

The crimson blood left a scar

On their hearts that had been thrown so far

Far away from security and love

Something they'd never again speak of

Something that happens every day

Something that happens so far away

Millions of lives are forced to leave

But somehow, I still believe

We can fight the war and hunger

We can win and then grow stronger

As long as we remember why we fight

Protecting everything precious in our sight

We shall win

Everything

Because we will do anything

If it's in the name of our children. 

Author's Note

I hope you'll like this poem. :)