Little boy, playing soldier, better find your gun,

The war has started, armies marching, worst still yet to come.

And there you sit upon a sill, fighting back fresh tears,

The gentle beat and marching feet echoing your fears.

And so you wander far and wide, batt'ling for the peace,

Until one's left with nothing more and life begins to cease.

Inspired by a story I'm writing about the American Civil War