This one goes out to all those lovely little children that lost their lives, in war torn regions of Africa, the middle east and some other parts of the world.
WE LOVE YOU.
They were little children...too many children with too many dreams, too many futures and too many hopes.
They were too many little soul's gone too soon. And I saw them growing, saw their joy, their sorrow and pain, and saw all the glamour that they gained.
I saw them dancing, saw them smiling and I saw them crying, then tragically, I saw them dying in a place that's been ravaged by war. Oh! can somebody tell me, what is war good for? Somebody please..? This is no fairy tale, it's a true story of the lives of little prince's and princesses' fate.
From a far away land, I saw these little children wasted. They took their dreams along with them, and gave up the life they would have lived on this earth as the leaders of tomorrow.
* Why can't we care for the child?
* Why can't we care for the lonely and the hungry?
* Why can't we care for the depressed and the oppressed?
* Why can't we care for the dying child?
For they look unto us, to make their heart hearty.
From this far away land, I watched all these fine little children and all the wonderful things they would have done in many different places. I watched on the day they died, and I asked myself the question WHY?
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