Holed up in my bedroom watching TV
Called my friends when I got bored.
What a happy time, the war!
Yes, of course I’ve heard that
Bombs are falling
And children are dying
And the wounds are still stinging
But, really.
What’s that got to do with me?
I’m eating well
And I hug my mother every morning.
It’s a happy time, this war.
As long as I don’t look,
Such a happy time it is.
But can you not look?