Child of War

 
 
 
My daddy died saving our country
My mommy cries, so sad and lonely
But I can see, she’s also scared.
Our neighbors spit our names like swears.
I try to be respectful and kind.
They curse out threats, scream “We’re not blind,
you people are evil, your faith makes you kill.”
Sometimes if I stand, eyes closed, so still
I can hear my daddy say “Be strong,
my precious child.  Those people are wrong.
Wars aren’t decreed by Gods from above.
War is the sad fruit of the failure of love.”
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