by
rgpage

as children sunrise always brought a new day  
and war was a game young boys would play.
no thought given to the dark tunnel traveled
no thought given when tomorrow comes today.

   with the  dark nights  clear stars sparkled bright    
in our younger day when in parks we’d play.
no thought given to the dark tunnel traveled
no thought given  when tomorrow comes today.

as we grew older to the prime of life
and war was a game politicians would play.
no thought given to the pain and strife , and
no thought given when tomorrow comes today.

poised and  proud on foreign shore,
protecting the slight , weak and waned.
a young soldier  waits  his turn at war with
no thought given when tomorrow comes today.

a rifle cracks and  the young man falls
his blood turns to mud in the filth where he lay.
his comrades fight his final call, with
no thought  given when tomorrow comes today.

at home an anxious family waits, not knowing at all
(for they weren’t there) to see him fall.
their thoughts turn now  to the dark tunnel  traveled,
and wondered what it means when tomorrow comes today.