War Of Ages Poem by Ima Ryma

The old do send the young to fight
The wars the old think should be fought,
Always of course in name of right,
Whether the war be right or not.
And in the war the young do die,
Never to know who lost or won.
Fighting for the old's cause is why
Sacrifice of young must be done.
The young who happen to survive
Grow old themselves until once more
The go to death does come alive,
And old send young again to war.

The vicious cycle of war be
Young future of old history.