The Young Die in War
Into the turmoil of war, he went.
That young man in love with a dream,
showing his loyalty and patriotism,
what he can do for his country,
his tribe, his people, his gods.
Willingly, eagerly,
into the hazy war he went,
returning home bagged as meat and bone,
into the war he went.
Look both ways in school but keep asking, keep your mind aware,
why are we… why do we?
Mind the gaps in the destruction and rubble and remember why.
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They dream for so much. And war can never fulfill that dream.
Wonderfully done, Bill.
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Thank you, Dale.
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Pleasure is mine.
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Why indeed Bill. A recurring and unanswerable question!
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Such a dreadful thing, war. The very thought is repugnant.
Beautifully written, Bill. Excellent use of the prompt.
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Thank you.
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