For another war

Why are you sitting there you little girl
so calm,
so sad
so pensive?

Why are you sitting there you little boy
near those dead birds,
shapeless sticks,
dirty toys
burnt trees?

Why are you sitting there you young woman
saying nothing,
looking so transfixed into the sky,
frozen in time?

Why are you sitting there you old man
looking into the distance,
with your broken face,
sad eyes,
and disheveled white hair?

What are you doing there sitting so motionless and doing nothing?

Why are you sitting there
saying nothing?

I am waiting for another war.