WAR...

 

WAR...
I was born into...
World War ll..

When I was six,
there was a Revolution
Men with guns came to our door...

Mother invited them in...
and offered them tea...
while the Houseboy hid in the utility
closet...and offered up prayers
for the safety of his sorry soul

Seems we were living in the ex-residence
of the Argentine Ambassador...
and those currently in control ... had a bone to pick...