"Little boy, Come Home"

‘Little boy, come home’
For your never really know
The sorrows of war
The pillaging of homes-

‘Little boy, come!
Don’t drag your feet!
Be here this instant,
Or my belt your meet!’

‘Little boy, come home
I cry for you now,
I told you, I told you,
but you refused the plow’

‘Little boy, little boy
There are no hero’s in war
Only dead faceless men
That no one remembers anymore’

Little boy, little boy
I rue deeply for you
And I’ve come too late,
To tell you the truth’

‘War is an ugly thing
Where borders blur
Countryman against countryman
This I know you've learned.'

'Little boy, little boy!
Never to come home
To never see your face again
I bow my head and mourn.'

My son is dead
Through and gone
I, an old man-
Sorrows push my shoulders down.

'My Little Boy is gone'
A casualty of war
One more John Doe
Just...one more.'