Don't go son,
don't volunteer.
Don't go to war.
Don't mix your soul
with guns and bullets,
the image of enemy faces
and empty spaces
where your comrades once stood.
Don't disappear in incendiary fire,
so we can't see you,
can't speak to you again.
Your pain
will give us pain
and we will have to remain
without you.
Don't go son,
don't volunteer.
Don't go to war
we need you here.
We love you.
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