A child so young
So pure so kind
When war appears
That child is to die
To fight in a war
It was never meant to fight
While those that started it
Cower and hide
With millions of bodies
As their wall as their shield
Mothers cry to see their child die
Father's cry knowing they might not come back alive
Children cry not wanting to go
Wanting to stay in the warmth their parents arms hold
Millions of lives changed forever.. so why do you repeat the cycle?
Why continue to fight? Why start a war when you know what will be lost?