As the villagers scream,
I make my way down to the stream.
Hoping to warn the children who play,
that danger is on the way!

As the trees begin to rustle the people gather for their rations,
waiting together protecting each other in a hustle.
In a country filled with different passion.

Dust in my eye I warn the children of strangers,
my mouth so dry I shout to them the dangers.

Now the people are safe,
I march back to base.
Why has this happened?
What is this for?
Wanting glory, money, even more.
Religion has caused a war,
surely peace is worth so much more!