Eve of War

Love brings joy, peace all around,
a father brings a toy, for his little boy confound.

Has the war begun, asks the young son,
playing with the gun, which his father had bought for fun.

He tells him it is time, to play the game again,
but he knows in the back of his mind, distracting him will be in vain.

A question by every child, who knows nothing of war,
everyone who smiled, cried in dismay what for.

He knows in the core of his heart, will never be able to explain,
it comes with all the wrath, is not simple and plain.

So small and naive, yet has so much to question,
who doesn’t know how to grieve, and knows nothing of aggression.

Such pure mind and soul, should be let to live a beautiful life,
if everyone has this same goal, there will be no suffering or strife.

Have the memories been erased, what war beholds for us,
the only balm which is chaste, is to say a no to yes.