Doctor Grandma

I see young faces

in Army gear

wearing cameflouge, helmets, backpacks, guns,

standing in lines to get on planes,

confused, and wondering why,

and when will we come home again?

and why are we going there?

because of leaders we cannot escape,

whose mouths now drip with blood.

Forgive them, Father, for they know not how

to make a peaceful world,

Instead, they send out younger men

to self-made danger zones.

The world is weary of their ways,

and mothers tired of giving sons

to wars brought on by power-hungry,

anger-laden fools.

Come home, my dears,

refuse to walk this path to living hell,

Come home and build a better world

of mutual respect and goodwill.

cfblack  01-04-2020

(This needs work.)

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