by: trista groulx

The babies cry for freedom,
something they may never know
The children play the same game,
but there is something missing
Look closely at their eyes,
it might give you a chill
They may never see freedom,
they may never see adulthood
Can you hear the babies crying,
crying for something they don't know?
Can you see the differences,
the differences in the children's eyes?
Freedom is not the only thing missing,
innocence is missing too