Do You Think of the Children?

by

Christa Froese

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You were proud to fly that mission
To end the war of all wars
But did you stop and think of the children
Who played in front of their doors
It was not their decision
To fight with you from a far-away land
Did nobody think- of the children
Whose lives lay in your hand

They too wanted to play ball and swing
On a tree limb in a nice summer breeze
Be carefree and happy and singing
Like your son, daughter, nephew or niece

Their mothers nearby watched them
With pride in their eyes, yet with pain
And the question, will I ever see them
Grow up and be more sane
Have love in their hearts for others
Instead of fighting with guns row in row
And live in harmony with their brothers
But you denied them the right to play and grow

You did your duty, an order you had to obey
And when the mushroom cloud was rising
You turned your plane and flew away.
Tell me. Did you ever think of the children
Whose voices you silenced that day?