We build massive structure that tower to the sky,
But please, oh please, don’t let the children die.
And amass great wealth and pile it high,
But please, oh please, hear the children’s cry.

While we go to war because of lie
And we shackle our children so they cannot fly,
As we muffle their dreams and they bid them good-bye,
Please, oh please, don’t let the children die.

For we are the keepers of God’s fireflies
As they bounce and skip and ride on high
And they dream golden dreams that do touch the sky
Please, oh please, let not their little dreams die.

Copyright A.G. Poetry