Children of War

All morning I await my fate

I hear guns and the sound of bombs

I fear now the hour is late

This my friend is not passing storms

 

You no longer shadowy forms

But men all black and eyes of hate

I fear your anger and power

Before you now I shall cower

 

Hold me on this fragile time span

Crush me in your blood spattered hand

I hold no politics no weight

Doomed ideology of State

 

Civil war will take me at eight

Shed no tears as I fall in strife

Old men play God with this young life

Shut windows of your soul spew hate

 

War and ego not a child’s ache

Grown men crushing me in their wake

Reviews

[Salar Majak]

this is the best thing i've ever read about this topic
well done.
as someone who was raised in war i can only say that everything you have said is absolutely true, painted in an aching tune
will it ever end?

[MOON]

Thanks Sal , hope for the people's sake it ends soon. Going to review your write too. Please take care be safe !

[Salar Majak]

:) i will. thanks. keep up these beautiful poems

[jacob erin-cilberto]

innocence crushed by those who are older and should know better...but they don't---grown people engage in wars...not just wars with guns, but wars of words, like parents...and who suffers then..?

just the same...the children.

[MOON]

Indeed and we call ourselves civilised! Thanks for the review so appreciate your time.

[Devanshu Rajput]

Children are usually the worst casualties in wars between people. War except tears destroys every and each thing. A outstanding piece of writing. The image posted there really has an impact.

[MOON]

Thanks, will stop by soon, take care!

[FJ Davis]

Yes, this is just another tragically unjust reality of war.
When will we truly draw the line; when will we finally "put ourselves out" to protect the innocent: Not a single drop more of our children's blood to feed the blood-thirsty monster called "War!"
An outstanding and significant poem--with impact!

[MOON]

Thanks , always love you stopping by , take care!