War Regret

Our brothers were born upside down They were conceived by mistake.....and our fathers choose to call them prodigal Who would have thought as much? With their faces beaming with smiles as their foreheads shone bright with promising future, There names we never wished to forget because they made us live reciting it again and again But they ended up stamped on grave stones just because they were too obedient to pick up the gun and had gone Now we wished they weren’t born at all We wished they hadn’t picked up the gun but run We wished we were wishes We wouldn’t have wished war.