UNITED NATIONS

The United Nations find their way,

Through war torn streets, treading carefully.

Where women and children cry out loud,

And men crouch down, theirs heads are bowed.

They lost a son, a father, a mother.

A sister was here, having coffee with her brother.

There was an explosion, so loud, so fierce,

It happened so fast, there was no time for tears,

But as the dust settled, the horror emerged,

The bodies they found were so badly burned.

Death and destruction, part of everday life,

They live by the gun, they live by the knife.

It's a terrible place, this world of ours,

As torn religions fight for power.