The playgrounds are empty, the streets are bare…
The carnival is dark, and no candy to spare
Skipping ropes lay dormant in the middle of the street
no pitter-patter of any little feet
No butterfly combs or playing with hair
Stagnant toy cars, little boys nowhere.
Greeted by silence,
in this cruel world where few seem to care…
Childlike giggles no longer fills the air…
I really need to know…
Where do all the missing children go?