THEY SEND OUT YOUNG OFF TO THEIR WARS!
They the war mongers - train our young to '' kill - kill ''Programe them - take away their humanity
Dress them up in unerforms - taking away their identity
Give them guns - and all that kills and maim
Turning them in to robots - mean killing machines
Don't tell 'em - explain the why-fores
Send off to distant lands - most never know of ever
Those who come back greatly changed - the cockiness
Of youth gone - aged before their time
Chasing away what they had seen - and did - failing dreadfully
Use bottles of booze - drugs - failing to forget - fighting drunks
Seeing - those they meet as the enemy - so some kill as trained
Those who sent them call then vets - give them medals - worthless!
May when sold by a bottle - or a fix
Those who come back call then selfs survivor's - from all the wars they say that
Bodys broken - limbless - them clearly seen
Those with broken minds - not so easily recognize
Been so since before the ancient Greeks city's leaders sent their young men off
To wars
Has times changed? Not at all - uniforms - weapons - yes -
The aftermath not at all!
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2015-11-09 at 09:58
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