The Innocent Voice

In this season of plenty whilst our world rejoices
Beyond in the darkness cry the small voices
Of the children of war in a far desert land
Their lives torn apart their blood on the sand

What wrong did they do? What crime was committed?
Why must they be punished?  Why can’t they be pitied?
Robbed of their fathers, siblings and mothers
Left to the mercy of merciless others

What if it were here that the conflict arose
What would it be like if we became those?
Who once were the haves now were the have nots
Crowd refugee camps in the land of the Scots?

If sectarian violence ruled every town
Our civilization brought tumbling down
Burn down a mosque blow up a church
As looking for victims the killer packs search

Not quite as far-fetched as you think it may seem
It would come to pass if some had their dream
If evil and violence were once to hold sway
If all the good people turned their heads way

It has happened before it could happen again
It probably will do we just don’t know when
So happy New Year relax and rejoice
Then scream out your protest for the innocent voice