It was never glorious when they
fought in the dirt, and
died on the fields.
When mothers heard of
death,
and fathers
didn’t return home.
It was never glorious when children
ran from bombs,
and
slept scared at night.
The war was real,
but we see it
now as
a glorious time.
We romanticise the death
and the pain,
the loss
and the hurt
felt by so many.
It was never glorious,
but
still games glorify guns,
and this is what they
call ‘fun’.
Children are playing
world war 3,
and parents are
letting them see
this as okay.
They play in the streets,
and call out death,
but what will they
remember when no
one is left to tell the truth?
I try to tell them to stop,
but this society is
way past understanding
what is wrong.
We argue what to say
and what is okay,
but we are blind
to our problems.
The world could put
on glasses and
still have eyes made
of sand.
I don’t know how we’ll
remember the wars in
years to come,
as they’re twisted in so
many ways.
I just hope someone
has a voice loud
enough to tell us
how
it was.
For now,
you will keep walking
in circles,
and thinking war is a
game.
It wasn’t glorious,
the death was real,
life was lost,
and the world stopped.
But my voice isn’t
loud enough to tell
everyone this.
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