Ender

Taken out of a safe haven

Sent to training and learned to die

Not foreseeing vultures, ravens

Little boy learned to kill and lie.

Cleverest wit and watchful eyes

But his naivety not lost

Though young in form, a soldier his guise

His creators care not for cost.

Winning the war, yet by himself

His personal war was not won

Dreams, emotions put on a shelf

Lining them up, he aims his gun

And flies off, searching for the sun.