Children In Wars Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Children of War.

As the mist lifts in a cold valley of North Pakistan
The drone flying overhead has a clear view.
It sees the terrorist a man, who does not to hesitate
In the name of his political belief stops his car.
Outside a house and enters. An order harshly given,
a red button pushed, the house explodes
and an enemy of USA and the world is killed.
So is seven children in the house sleeping in their beds,
and women who were arising to prepare breakfast….
But this is war, and there are victims.
And we stay silent as we do not see their agony.
killings have become abstract but the hate it leaves
behind will cause more hate and more wars.