How peace does paint the landscape here
In shades of green and hazy blue.
Children play, oblivious,
To what “outside” people do.
I wish I had the childish mind
That sees the world as they,
Where war and hate here don’t exist,
And crime is far away.
But somewhere children face the day
And never taste of glee,
Where bombs and guns tear life apart,
Their spirits never free.
Like this child here I’ll close my mind,
Refuse to see the world
Outside the cornfields, far away,
Where travesty unfurled.