Children play in the ashes of history
Remembrance lost in future yet to pass,
Oh glory days, innocence in a futile world
The last little dance of the free.

World aflame, countries burn to mourn
No need for the children of tomorrow,
So sad a play untold, unfolds
The echo of footsteps yet to be heard.

Nations of the world divided, united
Drink Chardonnay, sip blood of the damned,
Talk of peace while dealing death
The unfazed, hazed ideology of the content.

From dust to dust, ashes to ashes
The earth turns and yearns,
Someone to care for her children
Their legacy lost before it began.

- Christopher John Horne
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