THE WAR CAMP
Night time clouds high above our heads
Looking up in the dark gloomy sky
Smoky, choking fumes all around.
women cradling their young.
Soldiers cold, hard, loaded
Orders being shouted upon us.
Boots kicking up dust.
Faces sit waiting, with a look of hope.
Babies silenced
The smell of death lingers in the air.
Our only supply of water
Is the salted taste of our tears.
Our only supply of food
Is the taste for life.
For weeks we sit losing hope.
Will we ever get out of this misery alive?
for we are the innocent captured by the guilty.
What shall become of us?
What shall become of our children?
Dear lord please.