Confusion and Chaos

Confusion and Chaos

A child is hurt oh hear the cries!
An empty world;
With no hope unfold;
But lashes and bruises!
Circles of the wound, which opens so wide
Should I had die, die, die!

A child is hurt oh hear my cries!
Hunger pangs in the middle of the belly;
Throat runs dry, it’s hard to swallow;
What was led to starvation?
As part of the hatred towards a child
Should I had die, die, die.

A child is hurt oh hear my cries!
Locked in a room as time flies by;
Only to escape when footsteps are gone;
Only to see the brighter sun;
Only to feel as others play;
Only to be loved in childhood days;
Should I had die, die, die!

A child is grown up oh hear the cries!
Of a broken heart, weaker minds;
Just perpetuating that untold pain;
For what once was a story remains hidden;
But born the fruits of broken souls into families;
A child who lived yet did not die;
Faced the pain of childhood fears;
Should I had die, die, die!

Where is Mummy or Daddy?
Should they not protect the flock and provide?
They are here ever so near, as they were the ones I had to fear;
A child is hurt, oh hear the cries
Anyone! Anyone! Anyone!