Ghost Children (the blind man laments the death of children)

Children dance on the tops of gravestones
and I can't understand
why you can't hear the pitter patter of little feet
as the children march off to war
as you run off to play your games outside our door

Have you eyes gone blind too?
Is it your tongue that binds your words?
Why won't your feet still move you?
Have I lost you?

Oh darling daughter-
why did you disappear?
why did you follow those children, into their stupid war
their lantern lit lights where not meant for you

Oh dearest daughter-
What gravedigger put you here?
What filthy hands helped put you in the cold dead dirt?
(six feet under)

[Breakdown-some words might go here at some point?]

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[SPOKEN-( )'s are whispered in response]
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And as you lie there,
(children start their war)
content in your funeral bed,
(bullets in tiny hands)
a prayer is said,
(struggling they disengage their safeties)
The dirt is shoveled back,
(children fall bleeding)
You're never seen again.
(A tiny fist clenches a picture of mom)
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Sshh, quiet dears,
Death is here to take you to your new home.