Global Village

I’m trained on guns

But just a few.

As a soldier, I was sure

What I held, I knew.

I have travelled places

Across country, by far

Was content within borders

Even during war

When I now see my child break

Boundaries just like that

Why couldnt I do this then,

I thought I could, had I

Not an inch of me sought

Overseas, donno why!

Many choppers my son flies

Goes a thousand miles

LA and Rio like back of his palm

From Greece eats giles

Plays with guns, too good at it

Seen bloodshed, lot of it

Passports n visas never bother

Has none, don’t give a shit

Been a caring n doting father

Concerned n want him fit

Get him move out of couch

See the world, play out

On Video games, began a paunch

Tall he is, now growing stout.