Children of War

they exist as dregs, listening and fearful

breathing hopelessness

colored skin torn by suffering

traveling in fear of rebels and war

denying blood filled dreams

praying before dawn, in the hope of morning

lives invisible to our comfortable thoughts,

existing in the heat of life

but if you

listen to their stories

listen to the hope they carry

listen beyond the ordinary, into the lives of children

you can hear the knowledge that they posses

love and hope abound

without food, without shelter

without comfort,

without safety,

and without peace

wonder at their smiles and laughter, despite the fact that no one

is listening

they call out with their tear streaked faces

and hope in their hearts

will we respond in silence

or with a shout?