People Aren’t Flags

Foreword / Introduction

I’m not gonna deny it, I’m just as guilty as everyone else when it comes to picking sides in wars. But I’m a child, or a “kid” as people usually say. I “don’t get politics”. And honestly, I don’t want to either. As long as people are dying as a result of wars while politicians claim they’re doing anything right, the world is failing and politics are the worst.

Poem: People Aren’t Flags [anti-war protest]

They tell us pick a side,
like it’s some game we gotta play,
but when the bombs drop and people die,
does it really matter what we say?
Red or blue, left or right,
I just want the killing to stop tonight.

I see the posts online,
everyone has got their team.
Ukraine or Russia, Israel or Palestine,
but what about the people in between?
The ones who just want home,
the ones who don’t want to die alone.

Politicians make their moves,
drawing lines on maps like it’s easy,
but real children lose their lives,
families torn apart and grieving.
They don’t care about your politics,
they just want the war to end, and quick.

You can argue who is right all day,
scream about history and who did what,
but while you’re busy picking sides and having your say,
someone is bleeding out in a parking lot,
someone’s mom won’t come back home,
someone’s little brother is all alone.

I don’t care what flag you wave,
or which government you think is good.
Every single life is worth saving,
that should just be understood.
Stop making it about the game,
when every death should bring us shame.

Maybe I’m just a kid,
maybe I don’t get the “complex” stuff,
but I know when people die, something is wrong with what we did,
and choosing sides just isn’t enough.
Choose life instead of being right,
choose peace over winning the fight.