Willing Warriors Poem by Buxton Shippy

Willing warriors seldom fight a battle,
They have the young and the poor.
Oft times they congealed in a well-lit room,
Reading maps strutting floor.
They will never see the front-lines;
They will never lose a limb.
The dispossessed are ordered
To fight for spices
To fight for oil
To fight when a hard wind blows.

The uninitiated are seduced
To fight for honor,
To fight for country
While they pack the loot.
So what if innocent blood shed?
There is a fancy word to described that.
So what if nations are plundered?
There is a scripture to justify that.
So what if girls and women are raped?
They will blame the victims.
IT'S THE BUSINESS OF CONTEMPORARY WARS.