Children of the War

by Bob Moore (2018) There can’t be many of us left, we children of the war born ‘39 to ’45, in a land, was sick and sore of fighting for our freedom, but knew we had to win and once it all was over, a new life could begin Our mothers and our fathers, and aunts and uncles too had made a stand, ‘fore we were born, to fight and see it through they were fighting for our future, so we could be free and live the life which we may choose, and never bend a knee To tyrants who would take our freedom, and change the way we live they said no, and marched away, to give all they could give they would not kneel before a foe, who would take it all better they should stand and fight, so as one, they answered the call So now we children of the war, have almost lived our life I wonder if they are looking down, and think it was worth the strife our world may not be perfect, they did what they had to do they gave their future, gave their life, gave their all for me and you.