(A old poem. Written in 1979. Had same meaning today. Old WWI Poets are my favorite poem. I will never understand why we send our 18-21 years men and woman off to war. If old men want war. Sent them.)
I was such a lad.
Strong-willed and a mind unable to change his path.
A path leading to a walk through war, seeing death and taking life.
To learn from an experience written so deeply.
I must stop war.
One day upon a battlefield, such a lad.
Just like so many good lads.
Died for the profit of war.