Served

Written by: Debbie Guzzi

The war rings in their ears.
Sleep cannot still the din.
They cannot run from these fears,
many are called back again.
Men and women without faces
fight and die in foreign places.
Homeless, yet homeward bound
with battle cries that make no sound.
No work at home, no free lunch clause
no education’s a bad background.
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

Children called with meager years
to die for others sins,
or to return with only tears
for no one lets them in.
Loved ones run from their embrace
for once gentle hands hold bloods trace
So, they leave their stomping ground 
seeking shelter in the streets dead sound.
Brethren lost within the sauce
drugged, jailed or returned to compound 
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

The young ones never learn its clear
that age has power built in.
How easy it is to bring them here
to battle once again.
Ministers, Presidents, and Kings efface
the innocence of youth un-shamefaced 
replenishing dead son and daughter found
with others to toil until they’re brought to ground
Political capital, each person’s a cat’s paw
a number, a body count, a vagrant, now a clown
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

Prince, must our children die to give you ground?
Must they accept your greed without a sound?
Can peace never be our Cause?
Are we to be the fox to your vicious hound?
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

* 3 Stanza version with a 5 line envoy
**The use of this form is meant to contrast the reality
of the soldier with the actions of the heirarchy.