Child Warriors - January 3, 2011

Seventy children,

Going a war,

Weapons in hand,

Ready to fight.

Fourty-two children,

Fighting a war,

Hoping for an end,

Continue onward.

Twenty-seven children,

Fighting a war,

Morn for their brothers,

Dead and gone.

Eleven children,

Ending a war,

Hoping for an end,

Fight 'til the finish.

One child,

Stands alone.

One child had the sense to hide,

While the rest formed alliances to kill the others.

Once the greatest allance was all that was left,

They fought within themselves,

Until they were gone too.

The one came out of hiding,

Only to see death and dispare,

He wondered how this had become,

of his generation.

He went to the adults and said,

"All the children are dead!"

They only laughed and replied,

"You must be mistaken my child."

The one cried out in agony,

"You don't believe? Well come and see!"

And they saw, saw it all.

The child asked why the adults,

Encouraged such behavior,

And they said they did no such thing.

"Yes you did! Can't you see?"

And he turned on the TV.

Each generation had gotten worse,

And it was the one child's who would be the last.

-Gregory