Something To Die For Poem by Peter (Prof) Fox

I need young men the window said
I need a man who's fit and strong
Who'll fire me up and drive me wrong
A motorcycle chromed to shine
A faerie temptress by design
Let's leave this world and find some joy
Naked wind for the biker boy
A flying sack with limbs in black cartwheels into a pole
The body found upon the ground has lost its living soul

I need young men the prophet said
I need a man to spread the word
I want our message to be heard
Take courage and address the crowd
Tell them your story strong and loud
Call me a god and soon my son
They'll all call you the blessed one
Too soon for one but not for some the teaching gets across
So another tortured brother hangs broken on a cross

I need young men the skipper said
I need a man who has no fear
To earn good money hauling gear
Wrestling wet nets is for the brave
Who laugh out loud at wind and wave
The sparkling sea The silver shoals
Is better far than digging coals
A job for life with gutting knife is short upon the seas of grey
A black wave licks aboard the decks to take another man away

I need young men the sergeant said
I need a man who's tough and bright
Who has raw courage in a fight
Show off your smart new uniform
To thrill the dull folk left at home
Now as your country calls for you
Be proud to do what you must do
Now in a trench a soldier sleeps to waken nevermore
A monument to martial dreams and what not to die for