Bandaged

People grow up bandaged.
Wounds never get the chance to heal.
Help comes !
To help them in their graves.
And who are we supporting.
Who are to blame for this war.
Are we neutral !
We must have an opinion.
Is there wrong.
No ! Is there right.
All this wild aggression.
All this innocent hurt.
All this blood.
People growing up in bandages.
Wounds that never get the chance to heal.
Help comes !
To help them in their graves !