Your Country Needs You! Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Young men stand, young men fight
Too young to know what’s wrong or right
Standing fast they reminisce
(All thoughts of God amiss)
Of loved ones in their hearts.

March, they march, but where
In thickest war torn air
Youthful and so filled with fear
(As death draws ever near)
Passing soldiers lying dead.

Led like lambs to meet their ends
Where strangers die as friends
Once so bold now lie so cold
(The price of fortune we are told)
These dead men are the cost.

Ageing men to growing boys
But all are politicians’ toys
A corporal hears his last command
(His brain now sits upon his hand)
He was just a pawn.