Just children
traumatised by war.
No longer able to tell
the things they know.
Do you know the name?
It is murder.
They lived to play
football, or become doctors.
They died naked on the floor,
or in mass graves.
Do you know the name?
It is murder.
In hell, there is no love.
Just jagged nights,
and the vanished in our heads.
Do you know the name?
It is murder.
A Wandering Poet 
Pretty grim, but we’ll portrayed 👏
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