War Games Poem by cheynne dries

Smoke from another roof
Another family flees
The news shows them on the road
The weakest of them had died
The big boys run around and shout
It's always the same
People suffer, people die
While they play the war game.
And it's all so easy
We're not the ones to die
We see it on the tv
And we see our brothers die
Tears from children's eyes
We've seen enough of those
Does it really matter
Because they have funny clothes?
Another starving baby
It's always the same
People suffer, people die
While they play the war game.
Another night has ended
Another life is gone
We have no time to morn them.
It just goes on and on
God help us all to
Understand
The harm. The pain.
That always seem to follow
When they play the war game.