I was raised on the belief
Of the Valar in their heaven
And of
How tightly their music was woven to our fate
But I have seen so much war and bloodshed
And so many lives cut short by the sword
I wondered
What creators would look upon this kindly
I walk among boys who play at my feet
The next day they are men bearing arms
And then
We are digging graves for sons slaughtered too soon
I raise my question to the stars late one night
"How could you let all this happen?"
Only silence
And then an echo of the same question greets my ears
"?How could you let all this happen"
