Hungry Child

This is a little bitter but then so is the subject....

It’s not my war said the bewildered little girl

Her house in ruins, her world a whirl

I didn’t ask for this, she points to the ground

At the littered bodies of relatives all around

 

It’s not my war said the haggard old man

Who forages for all he can

I fought for an end to this he sighs and slips away

There’s no food again for him today

 

It’s not my war said the bleeding and the dying

They no longer want part of all the lying

Violence is unwanted they say with their last breath

An end to destruction and death

 

So whose war is it, the world is heard to say

That continues bitterly day after day

No one’s comes back the jaded reply

Condemning millions more to die