Perceptions

Innocence suffers in Violence...

It is the children who die,
When bombs are launched, when grenades are thrown,
When bullets are fired, when pistols are shot,
It makes no difference to you and me,

We sit back in our chairs, drawing lines across maps,
Formulating new strategies, designing new traps,
When we announce our call,
The soldiers stand tall,
Blood to the earth does fall,
Of the baby who was learning to crawl.
It makes no difference to you and me,
It is the children who die.

20” x 24”
Acrylic on canvas
Sold with frame