When tomorrow comes

Just like visitors to our houses, the war comes and goes.

Who's going to die next?, Well that is something nobody knows.

Amateurs and great men of valor have sacrificed their lives for peace.

Mothers and daughters have prayed and fasted for the wars to cease.

I personally wish the war would end.

So that the soldiers would go back to their families and friends.

I just want to go to school, sit on a classroom bench.

I don't want to be a soldier laying ambush in a trench.

I'm terrified because even though I don't fancy this war very much.

The soldiers come to our village with letters of recruitment every month.

Only bad news came back when my Dad and only brother were recruited.

I wasn't of age then but I am now, which leaves my Mom devastated.

My best friend was taken last week and I feel like I'm running out of time.

Will I ever make it back alive?, is the only thought going through my mind.

My mind is at war with peace everytime I hear sirens coming from a distance.

My heartbeat races, I literally want to run away to prolong my existence.

I want peace but I don't want to risk my life fighting for it to look brave.

Call me a coward and I'll take you on a tour to my Dad and brother's grave.

I can be sitting on the front porch today staring at the birds displayed in the sky.

When tomorrow comes and the war calls, I'll be on my way, scared I'm gonna die.

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