Upon the Battlefields

I came across a battle scene.
A child wearing a tricorne,
brandishing a black umbrella
his screaming face contorted with rage.
His smaller sibling wielding an unnamed vegetable,
wearing a red cape that caught the wind behind him as he ran
each footstep hitting the hot concrete
sending him further from his wronged enemy.
I wonder if I'm stoned.
But upon remembering myself,
those years are long past,
one of my hands holds a basket of this weeks groceries,
the other pushes a stroller.