War Poem Poem by Shanika marini Paul

WAR! PAIN WHOSE TO BLAME?
But the little one’s who cry and seek in vain
Fatherless, homeless deserted is he;
Silently crying in desperate plea.

He too hath a home so fine
With mother cooking up a meal to dine
Father shinning up his medals pride
Beaming in glory at the babies side.

Yet. time hath cometh, it was the day
For the enemy hath struck the Broadway
He was a hero, defending his land
He had to join his funeral band.

Fought did they; with courageous strength,
Never giving up till the end.
The war tis over, the guns asleep
Yet! who will now lull him beneath.

The child now smiles hearing his father’s name
As they announce the list of FAME.
Daddy’s in heaven there is b=no doubt
Said the child in hope so loud.