War under a child’s keen eye

It’s meant to shock
I feel it too
It’s dreadful
What people will do
A child knows little of the need of war
Of the selfish arrogance
And greedy gore
We have all been children some born in war
And now years on
We feel it more
It is grotesque how men chiefly
Politicians conduct and plea
Their case each instance one side unfair
Arrogant people unaware
Ignorance comes in massive shifts
Nothing really honestly lifts
The spirit less
Than tired old farts
Who rule the world
In fits and starts
I feel for the child and her teddy bear
I once was a child standing there
Or sat in a basket on a kitchen stool
As a German plane flew
Over my school
I saw the swastika on the wings
And seeing the Teddy my heart
Just brings
Tears to my eyes blood to my soul
When we put old farts in complete control