Look at the tear stained face of a child...

What turns men into killing machines,

 

That blow apart lives and destroy innocent dreams?

 

Look into the eyes of a child and may the pain that you see,

 

Haunt you as much as it haunts me.

 

Innocent lives destroyed by the things that they saw,

 

In yet another pointless and brutal war.

 

Look at the tear stained face of a child whose home has been blown apart,

 

In a war he doesn't understand and he certainly didn't start.

 

Feel the pain of the child who has lost a limb,

 

Can you explain the reasons for this war to him?

 

Or the little girl weeping beside her dead mother,

 

While the ambulance crew try to save her brother.

 

Look at the orphans that this war did create,

 

And you'll see another generation who will learn how to hate.

 

For as a heartbroken child cries in the still of the night,

 

He dreams of the day when for revenge he will fight.

 

— Sandra Botha

Done