A Butterfly Rests On A Cannon In The War Zone Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Hey! My little creature
It's not a tree trunk
And not the perfect game.
(Hitting of two balls in one shot in billiards.)
Please go away and rest somewhere.
Be alert! When handsome Man operates the Toy!
You hear the nasty sound
And the fire ball flies and hit on the other side.
Do not get misunderstand
That inferno isn't a New Dawn!

* Merry Christmas to our brother soldiers who play with Human conspicuously!