Children of the Night - For the Refugees
by: S. L. Daniel
They walk in silent mystery;
the conquest on their minds.
Threatened by the evil ones
who murder, rape and bind.
Those wretched thugs that seek their own
and slither through the night;
have no concern for anyone
who hates their deadly plight.
I wonder if they'll ever see
the children of the night,
Who hide in terror, lost in fear,
to escape the deadly sight.
*
The children's eyes are burdened.
"What did we do for this?"
No answer comes,
their hearts are numb,
their faces in the midst.
Filled with sorrow, grief and fear;
I think they need a kiss.
They search for safety here and there,
so weary as they roam.
Their eyes have lost their tears,
their family, their country, their home.
The ones who seek the evil ones
are the ones they do now fear.
What cause is good; what price enough
for eyes that scorch and sear?
The enemy, the evil one, lurks distant but so near.
*
A coward of the greatest kind
creeping on the ground.
He seeks the weak and frail and lost,
wherever they be found.
He has no care. No love is there.
No time to count the cost.
His mission is his own, you see,
his beliefs are truly false.
*
"Where are we now?", a soldier asks, fearing they are lost.
"Stay quiet son, be still tonight",
the captain's whispers heard.
"The evil one, the enemy, may hear your every word.
In silent movement, quiet and still,
they know not what abounds.
They look, they seek, they crawl so meek
and then they hear a sound!
They shudder, freezing in their boots.
It causes them to fright.
They draw their guns.
They will not run
no matter what the sight.
They aim to shoot, then, deeply sigh.
They hold their fire tonight;
'cause through the mist, they slowly see
the forms so still and slight.
They hold their peace and give release
to the Children of the Night.
Copyright © S.L.Daniel