THE ANGER OF THE INNOCENT EYES

 

Innocent eyes, once bright and wide,

Now burn with anger, deep inside.

A fire that flickers, yet won't subside,

A flame that fuels their righteous pride.

Their world, once full of wonder and glee,

Now shatters, like broken glass on the sea.

The pain they've faced, the injustices they've seen,

Have kindled anger, a fire that's keen.

Their innocence, lost, like fallen leaves,

Their trust, betrayed, like autumn's bitter breeze.

Their anger grows, a stormy sea,

As they demand justice, for you and me.

Yet, in their anger, a glimmer remains,

A spark of hope, a light that still sustains.

A call to action, a voice that's clear,

A demand for change, a world that's dear.

Their eyes, once windows to a soul so bright,

Now shielded, guarded, with a warrior's might.

Their hearts, once pure, now bear the weight,

Of struggles, strife, and an unending fight.

But still they rise, with courage in their eyes,

With every step, a message they devise.

A cry for justice, a call to stand,

For a world where innocence won't be lost in the sand.

Through tears and pain, they'll find their voice,

And raise it loud, with a heartfelt choice.

For justice, equality, and a world anew,

Their anger fuels, a fire that will break through.