Children of the War
By: Brooke B.
Oh, the children, how they suffer.
Go to war where they get tougher.
They love, and are loved so.
To fight for their country, off they go.
Whipped into shape, guns in hand.
The poor little boy, now a man.
Mamas, papas, oh how they cry.
Will this forever be good bye?
In the trenches, a dug out bed.
What a place to rest your head!
Shotguns fire, duck for cover.
We lay in teh fields, and we will suffer.
We are the children of the war.
Our souls raise to heaven.
A feeling we’ve never had before.
The children of the war.