The little boy on his fathers lap <br />asked with expression sore <br />I know i am small but i want to be told <br />daddy what is war? <br /> <br />war my son is where people die, <br />where old men suffer and women sigh, <br />where children hunger, where babies cry, <br />where trees won't grow please don't ask why. <br /> <br />The little boy got down and said, <br />why does it happen it sounds so bad? <br />Iv'e never seen a war before, <br />please daddy tell me more. <br /> <br />My son you are small but must be told, <br />a war is destruction it hurts us all, <br />war is the reason fields can't be sown, <br />war is the reason your brother's gone. <br /> <br />look at me my son and nevermore ask, <br />what is a war behind it's mask. <br />you had to be told so you would learn <br />to love everybody nobody to spurn. <br /> <br />Mission High School 1972<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-war-4/
