Sonnet 1 – I saw a soldier colouring today

I saw a soldier colouring today
His tender hand kept tight between the lines
Alas with shock his pen was led astray
When booted foot stepped hard upon a mine

The shattering of this most childish game
By making killers of our tender boys
Has brought upon their leaders mighty shame
And made a world for death and no more toys

But wait I hear you cry towards this rhyme
A soldiers role is not to colour bright
And die he surely will if with his time
He sets to play when he must set to fight

What point is there to colour and to draw
What point have you to send these boys to war