Children of War

Let them know a mother’s hands
to comb out the snarls and the burrs,
to pin the bows in long, shining curls,
God bless these children of war.

Let them be poets and dreamers,
let them know peace. Spare them
the cries  of their comrades dying,
Spare them the guns’ mighty roar.

Let them be children for as long as they can,
but never children of war.

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