Boy Soldiers. Toy soldiers…
No longer gendered by law
Their batteries running out 
As they look across a field 
Of sunflowers

Confused because GPS told them
This was where they needed to point 
Tanks, loaded with manufactured hate
Muster points forgotten, where do we go?
Who do we kill? And why again?

Farmers in response, dragging military
Equipment off the highways
Confiscated and repurposed for a future
Only grandmas can see, growing

The breadbasket of Europe
Churned up by heavy treads
Plowing the fields of Spring
Hope for a new sighting

A reason to stop moving on
People who did not ask for this war
Are not the enemy, how could they be
When we all wonder, why are we here?


March 16, 2022