My little boys loved to play with their toys

Creating mock battles with mini planes and boats and tanks

Which would cause incessant screams of joy

Who would have known their worriless life would change

So soon

So fast

With the hearts of little boys but the bodies of men

They left me to join the war

Where their toys became dealers of death

Their games a cruel reality

And those screams of joy

They became the gruesome cry of the dying

After a battle what is left?

Just my little boys pretending to be men

Telling themselves they are too strong to cry

Even when the tears roll down their faces