Yes, that is a red-cross helicopter over there.
No, that isn't a jet you see overhead.
Well ma'am, this is war.

Yes, that is a child carrying that gun.
No, he's not aiming at a tin can.
You see ma'am, this is war.

Yes, that is your husband you see lying on the sand.
No, that's not the sunset's reflection on the water.
I'm sorry ma'am, this is war.

The pacifist side of me came out in this poem. I truly don't see any point to war. It only makes enemies. You may be able to protect your country for a while, but in the meantime you're just creating more tensino that will eventually surface. And all of this comes at a high price--the price of human lives. Yet, people continue to talk about war like it's something nice and cherry. And so, that's how I wrote the poem. Using a kind a happy personality I tried to highlight the death and destruction that war is good at causing.