Itnow seems just so long ago
When I was but a child
Playing at soldiers, guns and war
It all seemed kind of wild
But now that I am older
It was but all in jest
Theres nothing at all thats glorified
That ends in some ones death
But then we were but children
And thatwas only play
And now that we are older
We should find some other way
Those games we played as children
I know they were pretend
But if we did'nt play them, in the first place
Maybe then the wars will end.
Assuming that such play does give rise to violence and conflict, without them human nature would soon find some other form of inspiration for such acts. In my view, anyway. Regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Little girls play house and become mommies. Little boys play GI Joe and become soldiers. Is there too much testosterone in the world today? Maybe we force our sons to be strong and brave, but if we let a little of their soft side come out and not tease them for it, they may be less violent when they grow up.