Our Children (Our Legacy)

Among the lights, so blinding bright,
under the moon and the embracing night,
on the shores awake and the sea asleep
apathy frolics while antipathy creeps,
let them know, the blissful children,
how their swings shall move lifelessly,
let them see, how we sold them,
let them hear our false melody.
all our dreams left unfulfilled,
all our hopes, how strong we willed,
left in shadows far behind,
instead of promises old and blind,
let them ask, the curious children,
what we did when the war was here?
let them hear, how we told them
let them find the truth laid bare,
for when the war came to our land,
we stood by and watched hand in hand,
we closed our eyes in hope of bliss,
instead lost an eon, now gone amiss,
let them feel, the bleeding children,
how the fire burns relentlessly,
let them scream, let us leave them,
vanish they shall with our legacy,
the smoke will clear then and there,
and the sun shall rise without a care,
the sound of laughter, shall hear no more,
we the people left on the shore,
let us bury our unfeeling children,
far from pain and this misery,
let us weep, at the graves we dig them,
let us tend, to wounded liberty,
for though we have none to call our own,
days and nights now spent alone
and though our seeds, so arduous sown,
the fruits they bare, now aimless grown,
let them dream, the lonely children,
dreams broken by the lives we led,
let them rest, our peaceful children,
let them sleep on our destined bed.

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