Babes in Arms

Children are crying

Screaming aloud

Blood is scattered

Spread throughout

Pain and sorrow

All around

Loud sounds

Screeching through the air

Bullets flying

Children dying

Guns are given

Out like toys

Babes in arms

Little girls and boys

Violence is the only way

Grab the children

Seize the day



With the tears of joy
Her eyes sting pleasantly
Overwhelmed by
The birth of a child
A beautiful poem
A great work of art
People loving one another

With tears of pain
Her eyes burn in anguish
Overcome with sadness
The death of children
The hate in the world
Cities burning to the ground
Aspirations fading

With tears of hope
Her eyes embrace the pain
Trusting the world will recover
And love will flourish