Errant girls and boys,
Where is your smile?
Where are your toys?
Where are your joys?
Your future was stolen.
The tanks come rolling.
Bombs explode.
But hope isn't dying.
Empathy isn't dying.
Isn’t diyng
The days are blue,
Death comes from the north.
Where are you?
Answer, please!
Answer, please!
Answer, please!
Where is the dove of peace?
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