A child’s prayer
Four thousand children dead in war,
a horror that we all abhor.
Four thousand hopefuls growing up
expecting to taste life’s sweet cup.
Four thousand breaths expunged in fight,
eight thousand eyes no more see light.
Ten thousand shouts of joy and play
forever now have gone away.
The shame for all this tragic loss
we can’t ignore, nor just get cross.
Condoned we did the right to fight.
We sanctioned Left, inflamed the Right.
If God there is, not yours or mine,
not Israel based, nor Palestine,
that God must surely be the babes’
and others in their early graves.
“God bless four thousand children gone
and stop the war from going on.”
The day there is a real ceasefire in the Israel Gaza conflict our company will give Four Thousand British Pounds to help the wounded and homeless in the territories.