The innocence of weapons

War poetry- a women working in a munitions factory.

I'm not sure if poetry is a thing on here, (I'm still very new to this) but it was something I wrote in a rush for armistice day, but still liked. I wanted to write something about war that was not from a soldiers point of view, preferably a women's, so I thought of someone working in a munitions factory which then morphed into this. Thanks for reading!