The poverty that is war; the earthen ties that have bound you
Your deathly fate;
Besetting me with tears.
A helpless child in arms of mother,
Unable to stand,
Say a word in defense.
Born to die,
A child of God’s own
Becomes a worm.
Your kind stare and ocean eyes are placid calm,
Peace is written on your beautiful face,
As the decaying dearth surrounds
You transcend the surrounding dearth