Faye Sizemore

HARK!

Hark; it is again, the Eleventh hour.
Do you know where your Children are?
Could they be on a ship headed for a foreign land?
If you could call them back, wouldn’t it be grand?

Are they flying through the skies in a fighter plane,
Going on their way to fight for freedom again?
This generation has been good at breeding war
and, now, on our Children falls the chore.

I saw our Sons as they were trudging through the sands
carrying our hopes along with rifles in their hands.
Hark; it is again, the Eleventh hour…
Do you know where your Children are?