Hero

In ignorence he played his favourite game,
But children aren't sent to war.
They sit and wait,
For when the time should come
That their innocence can be camoflaged from veins,

Futures play this game from the past,
Each displaying a more breathtaking show of fireworks than the last.
They breath new fuel to feed new men,
All signed up to play with new rules.

Tomorrow their children shall pick out green men,
From cornershops on their street,
With guns, they shall play,
Pretending to be heros just like their fathers,

But where are the hero's when in another town,
Another village, in another language,
A child plays, with green men.
This time not to be a hero,
But to remember one.