Poem – War babies of the boogieman

Warzone babies with war zone minds

An intentional war baby mind

Create a boogieman while killing the current

Like waves lapping upon each other

The killing wave

Consumes all in its way

No quarter

No mercy

Just war babies doing what war babies do

The loss of one plants the flag up high

For people to ponder as they walk by

Crawl on war baby

As you have not learned to walk yet

Too young to know

Too young to fret

We all know the others have war babies

And that is what keeps us up at night

Crawl on boogieman

Crawl on