The smallest coffins
Are the heaviest
The smallest coffins
Weigh the most
The parent's shoulders
Are the lowest
Their grief heavy
They hang low
Their small smiles
Are the fake ones
The ones not
Really there
Their live hearts
Are the loudest
Yet it feels
Quite unfair
The young wives
Are the patient
Waiting for him
To come home
All they get though
Is a letter
Of a mishap
With a drone
And a medal
And a big bang
Ceremonious
Goodbyes
All they want though
Is their lover
Right beside them
Right beside them
The families
Who have nothing
Are the ones who
Give the most
And the people
With a small space
Are the ones who
Love to host
Yet they are the
Homeless wanderers
Who wander lost
By choice
The other path
Is a death wish
In a war zone
Can't be a home
Though our world
Helps us survive
It doesn't make sure
That we live
And the children
And the widows
And the families
And the people
They are lost
They are gone
They have drowned
They are done
With the cruel
Cruel
World