This poem speaks about children of war.

I feel for those children
The ones that have parents go to war,
It doesn't make any sense to me
What's all the fighting for?

I feel for those children
The ones that starve for food,
They go hungry every day
Can't change their daily attitude.

I feel for those children
The ones that lost their homes,
Down their war torn streets
Some in bare feet, they do roam.

I feel for those children
The ones that cry out in pain,
Always knowing, deep in their hearts
They'll never see their parents again.

I feel for those children
The ones that wipe their tears,
They want their parents back
To help them get over their nightly fears.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.21/2007