voice of children in chain

when the prayers are in vain
the struggles of the lost souls
demands
many more lamps to be lighted
the children who
lost the innocence
before they knew what it was
to be carefree
are not going to wait indefinitely
like a swarm of locusts
they will devour
all tbe flowers
you tend
in your garden
hoping that
nimble fingers that pollinated them
will remain quiet
for ever