Like a Toy Soldier Wound up for Fight: A Rhyme With a Message

Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.

We live in a world dominated by fear and paranoia.
-- Steven Wilson

Scary is the world in big eyes of a child

with some shadows lurking from the night

his young imagination being merciless and wild

creating a future "toy soldier" all wound up for fight.

So he takes it with him into years to come

still wound up to charge against his many foes

in that battlefield of shadows that's somewhat dumb

with his hand glued to his mind's sword instead of a rose.

Futile is his hope to defeat that hostile dude

because he keeps coming in so many faces

all created eagerly by his ever fighting mood

jumping out of pretty much impossible places.

Out of sheer playfulness my keen eye observes

people and their games going on around me

so I see this massive parading with nerves

not just by a soldier, but a whole army.

Despite all those frequent announcements of war

by miracle their uniforms stayed without a hole

but panic of defense goes on more and more

keeping their fighting as a permanent goal.

Thus I'm asking myself -- just like I so frequently do

what would befall them if they would simply unwind

why they need an enemy--I don't really have a clue

instead of allowing themselves some peace of mind.

For, old age must come to all of us here

so what will the "veteran" have to report

but having wasted years in fighting gear

now feeling regretful --also silly of a sort.

Related Articles