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