|This is why I know most of them personally|
Child of War
When you are a man upon the battle field,
You swear, you curse, you cry tears, you mourn,
And later you seek comfort in the arms of a lover.
When you are woman on the bloody field,
You cannot cry for it is of weakness born,
The black angel is your only allowed lover.
When you are a child upon the killing fields,
No tears, no fear, no sound for the torn,
You see, it might next be mother or father.....