By Mitty

White daisies will grow
Where the children could not
The sunbirds will sing a funeral march
For those no longer playing
The men in suits will smile and laugh
Whilst hiding the blood on their hands
Behind them the rubble
Of those children’s futures
Wrecked by Western destruction
I hope that the children of heaven
Will fly with the birds
And grow with the daisies

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Mitty is a 16 year old self proclaimed poet from Ireland. She enjoys writing and learning. And has a one sided rivalry with Woodrow Wilson (don’t ask).