Whistling sounds
Of crushing and burning
Missle-ing sounds
A rainfall of warning
Cuddling up, hairs sticking straight out
No one can believe what is happening now
But looking from a child’s point of view
I could understand this hatred wasn’t new
It happened at school, in the play-ground of course
But a different kind of war, with far more remorse
All was selfish
All was arrogant
For what others wanted was something absent
Maybe it was just all a fragment of my imagination
For I was only a child
Lost and confused by this exhaust of worry around me
What happened to the rights of humanity?
What’s happened with love, careness and equality?
Wasn’t the Earth supposed to be one big community?
Planes all around
‘But do not fear my fellow citizens!
Our army will send them a rebound!
For if they become a disgrace, we will outrace!’
I, as a child, find this foolish and wild.
Weren’t adults meant to fight for the better results?
As I learn here, this information is incorrect
They too, have their faults
But the rules of humanity must not be treated with neglect
Respect is what we lack
Whistling sounds.
Of crushing and burning
Missle-ing sounds
A rainfall of warning
Cuddling up, hairs sticking straight out
A war has begun
A war is continued
A war that never ends
Just keeps being renewed