Left to play over & oer again -

The children sing along as they take turns jumping rope -
Their voices trailing along just out of sync -
As if witnessing a loop set in time -
Tattered clothes dance along with each move -
Discolored skin & other worldly expressions tell the tale well -
These are the children of another time -
Having died during the conflicts of men -
Holding fast to the memories before death -
Latching onto a single momment of bliss -
The scratch slap steps of eitheral foot falls -
As they sing of the evils that have befallen them in life
In death no more than ghastly familiar spirits -
Gruesome reminders of times gone by -
Of things that should be forgotten but play on still -
Like a record with a bad skip left to play over & oer again -