Child of War

This is why I know most of them personally

Child of War

When you are a man upon the battle field,

You swear, you curse, you cry tears, you mourn,

And later you seek comfort in the arms of a lover.

When you are woman on the bloody field,

You cannot cry for it is of weakness born,

The black angel is your only allowed lover.

When you are a child upon the killing fields,

No tears, no fear, no sound for the torn,

You see, it might next be mother or father.....