Our Children Poem by daryun winte

In the land where olives grow,
Underneath the sun's warm glow,
Children's laughter now lies low,
Innocence lost in the shadow.

Tiny hands that once did play,
In the fields of bright midday,
Now in rubble and disarray,
Dreams of peace have gone astray.

Eyes that sparkled, full of life,
Now reflect the pain and strife.
Innocents caught in the rife,
Their youth cut short, as if by knife.

Yet in their hearts, hope resides,
Strong and resilient, it abides.
Despite the turmoil of the tides,
Their spirit, the circumstance belies.

Oh, children of the ancient land,
May peace return at love's command.
And may the world extend a hand,
To help you rise and proudly stand.