The assault on the innocence of the next generation is unceasing. The good news is that children are resilient; the bad news is that they have to be way too often under the crushing weight of the world. But, there is great hope. I read somewhere that one person could take on 1000 enemies and by just adding one more person, their combined strength would allow them to defeat ten times that number. Wow! I like those odds. So, let’s join together and fight for…not with…our children.

Some time ago, I was nearly overwhelmed with the task at hand and wrote the following poem hoping to call a few more warriors into the fight.

The Endless Days of War

The call went out for warriors from near to distant shore
The children were in trouble and they suffered evermore

The war was not their choosing, yet they’re in it just the same
Without a strong protector, they’ll be broken, bruised and maimed

From the moment of conception, the enemy has them in his sights
He looks for ways to wound them and attacks both day and night

There is rarely room for refuge when at school, at home, or play
For he searches out the slightest cracks in defenses night and day

A careless curse, a cruel word, a push, a blow or shove
All combine to drain the joy, and leave children craving love

His filth is spread through airways; it breeds in cyberspace
His hope is to put poison in front of each child’s face

He hates our sons and daughters and he comes in many forms
He tempts and taunts with guilt and shame ’til they wish they’d not been born

“You are ugly and you’re stupid” says he in whispered tones
“Your so-called friends all hate you and there’s no love for you at home”

“There is no god in heaven; there’s no hope for you down here
There is no use in time spent praying empty words that no one hears”

“To numb your pain is wisdom, just block it out somehow
But better yet, why not forget by ending it right now?”

“Child, you know that you’re an accident; there’s no meaning to this strife
So why prolong the misery, why not just end your life…?”

Our children they are suffering; they bleed outside and in
Wounded by incessant war, they need more than just a friend

If only there was someone; brave and strong and sure
That would enlist to fight for them, a hero to the core

Now, do not be mistaken; this no easy chore
But every man is needed in these endless days of war

Our weapons are not carnal; we need not knives or guns
We fight with prayer and words of hope for our daughters and our sons

Surrender’s not an option; no white flag will be raised
This war requires each man’s best for our children to be saved

Men, when the fight is over and our tour of duty done
On bended knee, before our King, we’ll hear the words…”Well done.”

Brian D. Molitor