Small feet patter on the dirt road

Dust sweeps across the faces of the lost children

The stench of sweat blood and tears fill the air

Small hands grasp the cold metal machine guns

Ready to fire and prepared to kill

pain fills their heads as well as their hearts

they have no one in the world

alone, they are the invisible children walking the earth like shadows

brainwashed, lost, gone

they leave behind the cry of an inevitable past filled with anguish  

There heart yearn for love from the outside world

They wander from place to place leaving a trail of dead behind them

The agonizing  cries they carry with them will soon be silenced

The frail frames sway in the wind due to famishment

They eat little and sleep less