War Call
And you too are not God
"I know that."
Go away little boy
with your war games.
I don't want you to play
with my son.
There is no war
so small or so great
no war to be played
with him.
And I too am not God
"I pray that"
We shall stand
with pen and plow
the lion and the lamb
before the time
my son is a man.
You cannot have him.
Ever.
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