A Child as a Weapon

An innocent eye,
a mind so free,
a pure heart,
is enough to see.

This precious child,
so free from sin,
is used in battle,
but no one can win.

You see this war,
you start with rage,
will only leave,
a burnt out page.

Loss of love,
loss of hope,
a wall of pride,
a knotted rope.

One day I hope,
you will find,
the error of your ways,
and peace of mind.