I see their eyes

Their stories are punctuated with silent screams

I see their eyes,
The depth of sheer terror
That is their world
Filled with silent screams
That no one wants to hear
Is there no one who can see me?
No one who feels my pain?

"Of all the songs
A child can sing
The loudest is the song
Of an empty stomach"
The saddest song
Is being alone in the
Garbage of the street

The song of empty, reason to kill
A hungry child is easily taught
With hot meal and dry place to sleep
They become new soldiers
Young minds are easy prey
They have and I do not
Now It’s mine to take away!