The Innocence

Children, pulled from the breast,crying
Jumping through rings of conformist beliefs
Errand running for war-hungry monsters
Dying in the thousands, with no relief

Ear piercing howls of shells, destroy the minds
Of pawns lost in mazes of mud, eyes wide
We hear the cacophony of closing blinds
As innocent lungs drown in a crimson tide

In every soldier's hour of need
Letters from loved ones do not feed
The naive spirits of blooming youth
As Government censorship erases
Distant memories, a heart-felt truth

Have primitive brains ever truly evolved?
Moral conflicts remain unresolved.

BY: William Brooker