“What did you do in the war, Daddy?””It all depends which war you mean.”
“They said there was mud and tanks, Daddy.Did you hear the wounded scream?
“Was it terrible in the trenches, Daddy. Did your friends and comrades die?”
“I wasn’t alive for that, son, but it made your Grandma cry.”
“So, what was the war you were in, Daddy? Did you march, or fly a plane?
“Did you struggle home on a boat, Daddy, and who was it to blame?”
“I was only a baby, then, son. I was far too young to fight,
But the enemy sent some planes and bombs that gave us an awful fright.
The battle then was won, son. The wars are different now.
There’s still folk who want to harm us and I’ll try to warn you how.
If people tend to disagree they no longer compromise
Instead they use weapons of hate to distribute their lies
On internet across the world -so, they are with us, here.
We all have to be vigilant, our enemies are near.
We want to trust the folk we meet, but even those who care
Find ignorance and greed combine to bring destruction there.
For many weeks the news has led with terror and with pain
It makes one wonder if our wars will ever end again.”