Nine Months
Nine months to create you
Yet grief is insurmountable
She knows you will leave soon
Plucked from their homes and families
Hundreds of thousands sent to slaughter
A disgusting fight over nothing
It pains every mother and daughter
Boys given tools of destruction
Guns and bombs handed to every man
They are convinced this is worth
To die at the "enemy's" hand
Nine months to create you
Nine seconds to kill
Politics takes precedence
Start writing your will
Men shipped off for a gruesome fight
Years later only few come back after war
But now that this one has ended
Another causes suicide rates to soar
If only time could turn them back
Once young boys teeming with dreams
Now aged and souless eyes they are
Boys turned men due to PTSD
Nine months to create you
Far more years to raise
But the government doesn't care
I implore you not to become a killing slave
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