Why do they cry,He asked me tonight,
As we watched them scream,
Upon that television screen.I could only sigh,
Thinking how to lie,
To my innocent son,
Who uses a finger as a gun.We watched in vain,
As blood curdling pain,
Echoed across the street,
from parents at bare feet.
It’s a war I said,
So now the ground is red,
But it’s best if you don’t know,
Lets grab a ball & play throw.
We played together outside,
The dog panting at our side,
It was a magical delight,
Just my son , the dog, and I.
We played until dusk,
Just the dog and us,
His innocent voice then said,
Daddy why does the sky turn red.
Why do you ask my son,
So curious and young,
As he then said to me,
I was only just thinking.
If it was the war you said
Turning the sky over there red,
Then maybe I could help,
He said with a gentle pout.
A single tear broke free,
To trickle down my cheek,
As I then hugged my son,
Who wiped it away with his gun.
No matter how I lie,
Or explain that red sky,
There is nothing it seems,
That will reduce the screams.
Will you cuddle them tonight,
As tears cloud up the sky,
From the innocent child,
So desperate and wild.
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Brought a tear to my eye… going to give my little man a big huge hug tonight when he gets back from school!
Touching , sad , beautiful .