The Scars will Tell

These wounds will heal.
These tears will dry.
But the scars will tell;
The story of your INHUMANITY.

Of once dangling swings now stand still
Like nooses in the dust.
And the skies bleed ash,
Shattering dreams at Bethlehem.

Of hunger roars like a beast,
Gnawing at fragile ribs.
and laughter fades to whispers,
Buried beneath rubble.

Of small hands grip rifles,
too heavy for their years.
And childhoods dissolve,
like smoke in the wind.

Of peace lies in ashes,
promises drowned in blood.
And of the world looks in silence
while their hypocrisies loud.

Yet the scars will tell of
the tale of dreams shattered,
And of youth burned alive,
And Goliath crowned king.