Syria's Lost Children

I hear the cries all threw the night as i shiver to the bone

Bomb's drop and bullet's fly threw the skies of tomorrow

Safely snuggled up in the western front i shouldn't have a care in the world

But im haunted by the cries of the wee kid's that died

because of the devil's chemical bomb's

I have vision's of pit's with little body's in it and mother's crying river's of tear's

That flow threw the street's drowning the middle east in an ocean of sorrow and fear

Who will deny it's for oil people die the priviledged few slave master's over the many

As i watch it unfold from a palace of gold in my consumerist ivory tower

Feeding myself as i slowly get old new's updates by the hour

As Obama say's go and Putin say's no talking shite doesn't change a thing

Children are dead and their lost cries of pain will echoe 

across my mind for eternity