Our lives are ruled by one phrase,
"We are at war," then it's a haze.
The metal is gathers and boys are sent off,
we go into factories and work around the clock.
Our boys die then women weep soft,
the bombshells rain, towns then rock.
So little we know about the opposing side,
we merely jump on and join the ride.
People so blind by coming glory,
we often forget about the other story.
Across the sea others are dying,
some men fight to keep loved ones fed.
Children wake to find their mothers crying,
our enemy's homes are painted red.
Wrote this one for a poetry contest, wish me luck!
