The Conscripted Son

The conscripted son in his hand....... the unwanted gun Some were willing....... Some didn't want the killing Wasted years So many tears They answered the call So many to fall............ The means to an end More boys to send...... They cannot see why They are sent to die The conscripted son, in his hand, the unwanted gun Blood spilling on the sand So many came....... So many died.......... They knew the country's name......... Rhodesia's fame Spread far and wide But now all is lost........ Was it worth the final cost? So many to die........... They never found out why Wounded inside Scarred outside Battles won Wars lost Lost son The final cost The sense of duty Misused Abused No one won Everyone lost a son