A little boy Tom lay in bed,
With an innocent dream in his head.
He was in a battlefield with his pet,
He named him Chubby, whom he recently met.
The war was fought with blood and tears,
A war more gruesome than it appears.
As wind blew, it carried dust and sand,
Soldiers fought bravely on barren land.
A loud sound, accompanied by flash,
Seems to have turned everything into ash.
Tom woke up, shaking with fear,
The grisly sight slowly disappears.
He clung to his mother and said with fear,
I am glad mum, you are here.
Mom said " Don't worry, everything's fine, son"
Tom looked up and asked "will Chubby be okay without me mum?"