I often wonder about my house,
About floorboards, the stair case and mum’s hot scouse.
I often wonder about the world,
About flowers, trees and petals that curl.
I often wonder about my life,
About family, parents and my future wife.
I often wonder about a thing called war,
About destruction, the soldiers and what it’s all for.
The core of war is very simple,
The soldiers and fighting don’t leave a dimple.
The explosions and pollution might leave a mark,
What will you say when your left in the dark?
The reason for war is in the air,
The reason for war is that people don’t care,
When families go from four into pairs,
When a baby cries like you’ve never heard.
The mind of a child is projected through voice,
What would you do if you had the choice?
what would you do if you had the choice? sing it from rooftops in a scoucer's voice sing it at school or perhaps in the bath but please don't forget how the Beatles used to laugh.....John
poignant, so many hard hitting questions to the worst evil that mankind has ever created...nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very readable and understandable piece of discriptive writng all the more hard hitting as its the truth.