"Child Soldiers" something I wrote after reading an article about child soldiers

A poem that I wrote after reading an article about child soldiers. I hope you all will read this poem and think about the children who are fighting wars.

Below is a direct link to where I first published this poem.

http://voices.yahoo.com/child-soldiers-2841931.html?cat=10

Child Soldiers



Running behind the child tries to fall in line.

Marching, marching, the Army marches on through the muddy grime.



Death, and trauma to this child soldier.

Eyes filled with terror, the child follows as a sheep to the slaughter.



Child soldiers, taken to soon from home.
Life's destroyed, minds left to roam.



How can this be?
The child looks to you, wondering can't you see?



A child, I am but a child, this war it was not mine.
Terror runs through the heart of the child as someone has crossed the line.



This child, these children have become hardened and cold.
Standing, sitting, running their hands on the rifle take hold.



The child no more.
Running, the child falls in line. Closing the door.



Marching,marching, the child is left behind.
Trauma has taken the heart of the child, across the line.



Who can know the tears of the child who stands in the military line.
A child, who forever childhood has been left behind.



Tears run cold.
As the child has been made old.



Marching, marching the child is no more.
The child has been taken to soon through eternities door.



Lost in a fall.
No one hears as the child soldier makes his final call.



Child soldiers, why?
Can you not cry?



Cry for the child that is no more.
Shed your tears, for the child has walked out the door.



Pray, for the child who has been stolen from you.
Pray, for the child who stands by your side.

 

 

 

There is no where to hide.

You must decide.

 

 

 

 

The child soldiers, who will defend.

Will the child soldier be left behind in the end.



Love the child.Listen to their cry.
The war was not theirs, but still they die.



Listen do you hear...
The soldiers are coming, pray it is not your child this year.



Listen do you hear...
Steady as raindrops, the marching of tiny feet,marching away this year.



The child is lost, the child has died.
For the child soldiers have you cried?