Gulf War

There was a little boy
That was trying to decide what to be
When he grew up.
He couldn't make up his mind.
He thought about owning a shop
Like his father did,
But he really wanted to play soccer.
He thought it best to learn to
Do both things.
He practiced soccer,
And he spent time in his father's shop.
But soon, his father closed that shop,
And then the boy wasn't allowed ouside,
So he couldn't play any soccer.
His parents seemed afraid,
And he didn't know why.
No one told him that he had become someone's enemy.
He had no idea
That he was a threat to the free world.
He didn't even know what he wanted to be,
But that didn't stop them.
When the planes flew over his home,
The pilots didn't ask him
If if he knew what he had done.
They didn't ask, or say, anything.
They just dropped the bombs
And killed him,
Him, and everyone he knew.
By the time all of it was over,
A hundred thousand children,
A hundred thousand innocent people
That didn't know what was going on,
Or what they wanted to be,
Were dead,
Killed for the preservation of life.