War Poem by That Boy

I often wonder about my house,
About floorboards, the stair case and mum’s hot scouse.
I often wonder about the world,
About flowers, trees and petals that curl.
I often wonder about my life,
About family, parents and my future wife.
I often wonder about a thing called war,
About destruction, the soldiers and what it’s all for.
The core of war is very simple,
The soldiers and fighting don’t leave a dimple.
The explosions and pollution might leave a mark,
What will you say when your left in the dark?
The reason for war is in the air,
The reason for war is that people don’t care,
When families go from four into pairs,
When a baby cries like you’ve never heard.
The mind of a child is projected through voice,
What would you do if you had the choice?