Where the streets are struggling with shells and wrecks And the sun; burns like the heat from a raging furnace He roamed the length of a strewn village Weary weak and without aim The rising of consummate fear reminds him of one standing order As the rattling from afar revives a memory of ugly symphonies And quickly he lay to earth. Waiting for his prey to emerge Vigilant but without any thoughts He retract a curved lever which propelled his wellbeing Rapidly, the clinkering shells surround him like a sea of fallen petals Kill! Or be killed; a voice from within recapped relentlessly Relentlessly it did, to a boy turned soldier. Along the failed border of a troubled region Fear and tear is now every thing but rare Hope for peace is long gone with winds that brought war And the air smells of a pungent reek from grief and constant death Helpless! And enslaved to hardship A poor child knows nothing nearly normal As she watches the night expecting evil The evil that boys not men effect Evils of war and hatred Tucked away and safe from harm The lush shrubs caressed her rough ebony skin And while she yet repress unpleasant memories The cold night's breeze refreshed her breath But her soul must scream for help's interest Since sleep would not give her eyes rest Soon; her silence eloped unwittingly Coming! Coming!! They are coming !!! Announcing the return of a belligerent mob A mob of friends turned foes.