What is war?

Is war a story?

What could it be?

Could it be a poem,

For you and for me?

Or maybe a legend

Of old world affairs

Told in a world

Where no one cares?

Is war a painting?

What could you see?

Men with bright weapons,

Sitting under a tree?

Or maybe a field

Covered in red?

Or filled with white crosses

Were may lie dead?

Is war song?

What can you hear?

At the end many people

Letting out a great cheer?

Or maybe a slow

Monotonous beat,

Made by the sounds

Of marching feet?

My daddy said war

Was a ravenous beast

That calls out young men

To its bloody feast.

My mummy said war

Should not exist

She said even animals

Don't come to this.

My brother said war

Was like a big party

And that is why he

Signed up for the army,

My sister said war

Is stupid and wrong

She says its wars fault

That our brother has gone.

My teacher says war,

Is a clashing of wills

Some far off battle,

In some far off hills,

My grandma say war

Will happen again

That history and future

Will be just the same.

But I say if the world

Just stood up and saw

How much better life would be

Without any war

Then maybe this madness

Would come to an end

We could stand hand in hand

With the world as our friend!

So sisters and teachers

Should come together

With parent and brothers

To make the world better.

If united we stand

Together are we

So just take my hand

And we'll make the world see!