There is no laughter in the
ugly bareness of the camps
the air's coughing up only
dust, dust and despair
the children don'r play anymore
too tired- too numb from 
the nagging pain of hunger
they just sit, sit and stare
covered in dirty blankets of fear
waiting, waiting, for what?
for the dark clad men to come
with the cold eyes and no mercy
to kill and rape, not to plant their seed
but to mutilate the wombs of the women
the little girls, never to become mothers
to erase the future and thus bury it
into the blood drenched earth
as a forever shame to humankind