War Poem by Randy McClave

I would yield, to the shield
If a sword I did wield,
Because I will not kill, for the thrill
An unarmed man upon any battlefield.

I would run, from the gun
Before any fighting had begun,
As I don't want to die, or even cry
Or be buried to early neath the sun.

I will fight, for what is right
With any foe or enemy in my sight,
By using our fist, that I'd insist
As we battle with our own might.
It would be one man, against another man
And that would be the plan,
We might brawl, then we might maul
And that is how our battle began.

I might sigh, and then I might die
And only I will know the reason why,
But I will stay, and I will not runaway
As our battle might intensify.

I might be poor, but furthermore
I will fight upon any shore,
I will endure the strife, I might lose my life
But I do not want to have another war.

Randy L. McClave