Where Have They Gone?

Where have they gone,
The children full of play?
Has death and war
Chased them away?

The empty streets stare
At one last little boy
On his tricycle
Searching for his toy.

His mommy died
Protecting him from bombs.
His daddy too,
Holding mommy in his arms.

They cried out
To the Father God above,
Pressed into silence
Through their final act of love.

The little boy
Finally finds his toy,
A teddy bear,
His broken source of joy.

The empty streets stare
At one last little boy
On his tricycle
Crying with his toy.

His prayers ascend
To the Father God above.
His muffled sobs
appealing to God's love.

Where have they gone,
The children full of play?
Has death and war
Chased them away?

August 2006 by Glen Alan Woods