Again
30 October 2033


My heart breaks with pain.
Here we at war again.
Kids all sides, slain or deep pain.
Here we are at war again.

Thousands taken from this life.
Often cannot tell their wife.
Pieces without legs or face.
On streets without a place.

Home and hearth just bone sore.
Blood and gore the only score.
Old man sleeping in the street.
Dog whimpers as he weeps.

Tomorrow, he knows he’ll die.
Joining so many that he knew.
Day will come and some win.
Wearing Poppy red, blue.