Young Men Sent Off to War

A somber sight, these young men marching to war, Forced at such a young age, to fight and leave their parents from their shore. For many their fate remains the same, Dying before life's prime, or going insane. All due to another man's orders, They will lay in piles of mud and gore. One man's greed is another man's grief, Forced to fight and sacrifice at the whim of those powerful and rich, Forced too young to understand the weight of what they do, Forced to shed their blood over petty disputes. Forced to carry the hopes and dreams of others, But who is forced to carry theirs? Those left to carry the weight of their sacrifices, So many will lay to rest in tears. And the world will not care or stop, All because of others' lust for power. And so the young men march to war, But with each march, a mother weeps. A father must send his son to die, Forced into the hands of evil he cannot deny. And every mother hopes and prays, Her son will survive another day. Forced to sacrifice for another's greed, The young men sacrifice what they cannot afford.