Warplane

Warplane

I work in a factory

Building bombs for our boys.

I also have a garden,

and don’t like lots of noise.

I had a date tonight

with the girl I love,

But I’ll never get to go

Because something dropped above.

I flew a plane

to protect my family.

Went up 3000 feet

for my country’s glory.

My wife at home was pregnant,

With our first daughter and baby.

She was just born yesterday,

A lovely little lady.

I was called a dreamer

with everything to gain.

But I never saw my daughter,

because I saw your plane.

I am a young soldier

trying to be a man.

Only eighteen summers old,

but I’ll do the best I can.

I like to ride a bike,

my favourite colour is blue.

I have friends on the front lines,

and others I never knew.

It takes bravery to go to war,

some men go insane.

But I’ll never know who made it home

because of a warplane.

I am delivering lunch,

it was forgotten by Mommy.

She’s helping out our country,

at the factory.

I hear a screaming sound,

and look up at the rain.

But it isn’t from the clouds,

it’s from that warplane.

(a very old poem reposted to this site Dec 6, 2017)