War Poem by Raymond Farrell

It is always to young and impressionable
Who are drawn to this irrational pursuit
Like moths are drawn to a flame.
There must be a cause, however mindless
A trumped up one or even a genuine reason
To draw men into war's vortex.
The reason, however compelling, mean that men
Will be required to kill other men
They don't know and with whom they have no quarrel.
Humanity may rave about it's achievements
But we must hand our head in shame
When the very word War is spoken.
Surely, the one unlearned lesson of war
Is its lack of glory
And the scar and blight it is on humanity.