War was always just a word,
We learnt about in history class,
We reflected on its causes and consequences,
It seemed forever since we left the theory behind,
Now war is a daily reality,
It hangs like a sword of damocles,
How did we get here,
How did I get here,
I was an artist,
I was a healer,
I was not meant for blood,
Now I am knees deep,
We used to dream about this day,
About starting over,
A clean slate,
Instead we inherited a hundred years of grudges,
I wish I could hide, flee, drink myself away,
I already lost those I loved,
Why should I be the one to fight,
Why should I be the one to lead,
But I look around,
I see them, they are just children. Children.
How did they dare drop them, drop us, here,
They labeled us criminals,
But when I look around,
I see childlike innocence,
I see strength, courage,
They deserve more,
More than me,
But I am all they have,
I'll have to do.