The sky grows grey from smoke
Bombs fall, bullets fly, hearts shatter, when will this end

Blood  
Fear
Tears
Pain
Pain from the wounds
Pain from the loss
So much loss
Homes, Comrades, Friends, Family, lives
little moments of joy
all gone
holes in my heart
gone, thanks to the
tanks, guns, explosions, monsters in big black boots trampling over all the flowers
                                                                                                                                     

                   Flowers.
soft petals perfume
fields and fields of flowers
sea of
Pink blue green orange yellow white indigo
sea soaked Red
flowers

growing up through a crack in the pavement

amongst the ruins of our city

laid on a grave
your grave

                sadness

all because the
                           monsters with big black boots
no wait
               the guns, bombs–
the - 
          ugh      war
  
          why?
did they come with guns
and tanks
and bombs that fall out of the sky ?
                                                            just can’t comprehend
                                                             don’t understand
                                         this place we used to call home
                          tattered and torn
                                                         don’t know right from wrong

is it right to fight for our country?
wrong to kill people?
right to feed ourselves when starving
wrong to take their food
or clothes
or homes
                                                     even though they have loads
                                                         even though they took ours first

 I don’t want to do this anymore
don't want to fight
don't want the war
but
there
is
no
choice