General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

Not just old wars, but more recent ones too - here's my effort:

THE BLOOD OF OUR YOUNG (is on our hands)

For peace is tinged with the blood of our young
As they think they strive to silence war
But the song of the battle must be sung
For it is, alas, humanity's greatest flaw

War is waged by those whose best has passed
To old to fight, they hide behind their plans
The public stand before them quite aghast
And parents fret and wring their hands

We watch a new generation raise a battle cry
Ochestrated by the middle aged or old (in suits)
Many miles from home the young will die
As proud, but safe, the minister salutes!

We threw the die of fate when at the polls
And in the ballot box we dropped our vote
And names of men and women go on honour rolls
Instead of penning loved ones a loving note.

The pen is mightier than the sword they say
And nought more cutting we have proved
Than when it makes a cross on polling day
And all our lives were inevitably moved.

For the blood of our young is on our hands
We let our politicians do this deed
We sent our children to the killing lands
And now we ask if ever there was need.