Bright eyed, square-eyed; a boy plays his computer game.
A game where all is fantasy, and the good defeat the bad.
Wide eyed, terrified; as bombs explode and bullets maim,
Another boy seeks safety in a world gone truly mad.
The Western child, with careless greed, lets last year’s playthings rust.
The Eastern child, with desperate hands, picks rice grains from the dust.
For one of these, the game of war can be switched off at will.
But the hungry, naked, frightened child sees killers really kill.