In the fields the children are playing

sharing their laughter and smiles

while mama prepares the meal

that will be shared by all

for food and drink is a celebration

preached by people of all nations

that gather daily for the feast

however humble it may be

Yet in the unblinking sky

there hovers a lie

that scans the ground

and all that is around

to search for a strike

with all it 's might

it is like a game

but filled with shame

for the results are unseen

but in reality obscene

the video game was clear

but the conscience was not

as the missiles flew

towards the few

that chose to play as in everyday

unaware of elders that speak of strange things of far away

the children passed away

what follows is a debrief

for the mission was a success

what a relief for the pilots who flew the drones

as they returned to their homes

Yet only one knew

the letter from the loved one who wrote

papa I have a friend

in a distant land

a place called Afghanistan

the one who wrote to me through the agencies

words are no more

can you please lend me a hand.