Children of War
Fire, its hell everywhere
Gray clouds and corpses’ diseases
We cried, we run and tried to cease it

Guns, bullets, tanks and soldiers
Homes became cemeteries, joys turned into fears
We just don’t get the world so clear

Rockets rain, shower of flame
Life is the bet for this kind of game
We don’t know who is to blame

Fathers are those who fight
Awake and crawl every night
But we children are who suffer in fright

War has no heart nor face
Were seeing troops falling from each race
Tired of hiding, having nightmares for days

If God really love those things we see
Will we children see what were meant to be
War without meaning, will there be peace and harmony

Genesis Bernaldez

WHILE THE CHILDREN PLAY
While the children play on swings and slide 

The adults take world events in stride 

Try to forget the problems of the day 

While they stand and watch the children play 



Haunting refrains of trouble galore 

Across the sea and on our own shore 

Prompting them to remember to pray 

For peace and harmony while the children play 



With innocence and trust and faith in God 

The children are unaware of anything odd 

Oblivious in their world of play 

Unaware of any dissension or fray 



Protected, sheltered and safe from harm 

Keeping them free from fear and alarm 

Hoping the world will be safe some day 

As they stand and watch the children play 



How long will their world be safe and free 

And remain the land of liberty 

Will they get to have their say 

That's what is pondered while