Broken Dreamer

Johnny was a teenage boy, Young and bright, so excited. Playing in the grass and mud, Shining smiles, so delighted. As he went to school that day, Something broke, the world descended. Countries tore each others land, like wars in playgrounds, just pretending. The year was 1939, Europe fell, into chaos. Johnny turned 15 that year, Eyes so bright, dreams contagious. He turned up to recruitment branch, Passion high, determination. Training started that same week, Shining eyes, dedication. Johnny wanted to be a tin soldier, Johnnys gun was in his holster, As he lied, on the grass, Army of children. Golden canes of ember light, Shooting stars, through the night. Fire from artillery, Golden orbs, dazzling light. A thousand footprints filled the mud, Gaping holes, filled the soldiers. Johnny’s dream was fading out, Piercing eyes, hands get colder. Dreams of playing in the grass, Safe and warm, daddy’s shoulder, Now he sits, he kneels and prays, Covering, by a boulder. Johnny wanted to be a tin soldier, Johnnys gun was in his holster, As he lied, on the grass, Army of children.