::War Suffering::

Passionless pictures are painted by children tainted in hatred/
As faces of unborn relations shattered since their creation/
Impatience grown in the place-of-kids trapped-in-basements/
Where damaged crates display what's left of average-laymen/
These hands been-waiting to stop thieves savage-beatings/
War's an art form from lined pockets to canvased-bleedings/
Candid-screamin on lands where kings command-as-heathens/
Expandin-cream-when only things being slinged-are-beings/
Can't swim in sand but towns can drown-in-blood/
A thousand-huts come to an end with one resounding-thud/
From compounded-mud stains nuclear ashes-multiply/
Where partial cranial remains found vast-as-naked-eyes/
Deformed patients-lie as fallen-victims from solemn-victors/
Who've taken lives as modern-hitlers for oil, God-and-timber/
The spoils reach sicker heights than most massive-debts/
Yet it's no passive-threat when children die such tragic-deaths/