As we (now) Forget
the horror of war
we form a line
for yet even more.
The old ones now frail,
heads shake in woe
watching the ‘young uns’
now willing to go
to trenches dug deep;
six foot deep they wait
for young souls to keep.
This is not your true fate
you young and restless
marching only to die;
young folk with futures
just waiting to fly.
But bodies broken
and hearts all torn
is not the future
for which you were born.
Organise now;
stand for one and all
stand for you future
‘gainst insanities call.
Insanity rules
with leaders corrupt,
we follow these fools;
we need to learn peace
not their words insane.
Their world is in tatters
and they share their pain.
Refusal is victory.