What About The Children

If Man could learn the lesson, from mistakes he made before.
There would never be a reason, to start another war.

It could be any country, where the bullets fly around.
You're sure to find the victims, lying dead upon the ground.

But, what about the children, who are standing there all crying.
With fear and desperation, as they see the people dying.

So full of devastation, as they search upon the ground.
Looking for a movement, listening for a sound.

The children are the losers, at the end of every day.
Can anybody tell me, why the children have to pay?

by John Griffiths

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