Blowback

This is a poem intended to wake people up and help them realize that fighting begets fighting, and that war is unacceptable. The only solution is to stop fighting, first.

I don't know where the bombs come from.
Or I do, but I don't know why.
Someone, somewhere, decided
that it's okay for me to die.

Yesterday my cousin's wedding
was on the best day ever known
until the missiles were fired by someone
flying an unmanned drone.

If someone pushed you, if someone kicked you,
if someone knocked you down,
you'd get up, you'd move on,
maybe turn your luck around

If they won't stop and say they won't
until your family's no more
you'd stand up and fight back, too.
And that's how we get war.

My sisters house was taken down
just the other day
but the doctors wouldn't run to help;
they've learned to stay away

The first strike kills the children
but people know that they can't help
the drones, they wait, and fire again
this isn't war, it's living hell.

The children, they are learning,
every day as they grow old.
Lacking trust, they learn anger.
And in revenge, they grow bold.

If someone pushed you, if someone kicked you,
if someone knocked you down,
you'd get up, you'd move on,
maybe turn your luck around

If they won't stop and say they won't
until your family's no more
you'd stand up and fight back, too.
And that's how we get war.