Generational Blindness

Generational Blindness

I know not of the war;

Of bloodshed and of death.

I know not of the white feather girls,

And boys of hope and faith.

I know not of sanctuary,

Of rations and hidden life.

I know not of black-out curtains,

And Gods to be forgiven.

I know not of treason or hate,

Of starvation or fake joys.

I know not of scary skies,

And rooms abandoned with broken toys.

I know not of patriotic duty,

Of fighting until the very end.

But, I know of love and loss,

And the death of a loved friend.