Terminal Loss
The canons are blooming, shots fill a night air,
As boys do their training – for war they prepare;
They're learning destruction, the point of it all;
Come winter there's danger, but still it is fall.Will this be the season of autumn for some
Who entered the army – from harvest who've come?
Will they be the harvest of death come the spring?
Will bodies fly back as they freedom now bring?For such are the ways of mankind through the years –
The arrows and spear-tips with practice bring tears
To mothers and brothers and children at home,
For soon to the war-front our warriors roam.So down through the ages young folks have prepared
To fight for some reason, some quite unaware
Just why they must fight with the other guy's kin,
And tear up their lifestyle, to victory win.Why? What is the point of such carnage and waste?
Why make preparations, to war then make haste?
Our children, our soldiers, flag draped on that plane –
Can soldier preparing replace them again?navigation