A little boy plays with his toys
soldiers tanks and guns
Is war fun?
The sun was unseen as the day began
because of the lingering somke
that covered the land
the night before stayed on his mind
as he tried to remember
a happier time
before roaring bombs kept him awake at night
before death and hate
became a familiar sight
normal things like sleep
had long since gone away
to be replaced by nightmares
of explosions as bright as day
tired and hungry
yet he fought on
hope of peace was completely gone
another man to kill
still more lie in wait
unknown and uncaring
what is his own fate
remaining still he listens
for the enemy to come
another victim of his gun
not remembering his home
home, so long ago
when he was a little boy
playing with his toys
soldiers, tanks, and guns,
Is war fun?
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