We are All the Wars Wounded

A man cries out “We shall not be beat”
Whilst nursing an injured child at his feet
The troops they swarm to seize control
As the tears mix in with the crimson below

A hopelessness is not what despairs
Nor even the fact that the clothes that they wear
Convey an indignity bruised battered laid bare
A time to reflect as the dust clears the air

Whilst piercing shrieks of jet fighters that seek
Cuts through the streets, on hallowed ground that they weep
Laying mines that they sweep, indifferent to whom all they reach
Whether Man, Woman, Child merely token they'll keep

So in awe as they stand, valued toy in one hand
Whilst the adults disband, as the young fear no man
BOOM! Bombs of hate though heart gives not chase
For how can you fear? when you can not relate!

So my actions outlast
The youngs present futures past
So harassed in my clasp of a world born of blast's
To scorch pave away of a wounded array
Of once born of like, yet through war we breed strife.