The Innocents

I open wide

A special door

To a special room

In my heart

For children

I do not know

But whom I love

Children abused


Ones made to


Children caught

In war

Innocents maimed

Innocents dying

Bless their souls

Oh bless them


They are like a field

Of flowers

Scattered in the wind

Some survive

To grow again

Others never return

Leaving their presence

Their beauty

To remain in my


Live in my heart


To forget them


One thought on “The Innocents

  • May 6, 2017 at 9:58 pm

    Love this! The children are our future. <3 Sukhi + Jay


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