What Happened to Motherland?

In the town’s village squareUnder the shady chestnut treeI silently rested thereAnd thoughtfully asked the old tree“Can you keep me safe here?Protect me from what I cannot see”       Away from loaded guns      Pointed at daughters and sons      Away from bullets and bombs      Meant for dads and moms “Can you keep the village street free?Like how the motherland used to be”