BLANKET OF SNOW

Under the snow, lie the children of war

Their parents, grandparents, ancestors of yore

War never ends, it recycles again

and innocents die, women and men -

Not just the soldiers, though that's just as bad

but little ones, babies, with eyes that are sad...

Under the snow, lie the children of War

their friends and their families and so many more

These victims are snug, they are safe;

no longer suffer the pain;

Not until next time -

when War starts again.

©Copyright October 2003 by Christina