Ah, the absurdity of puberty scarcely complete,
The wiles of my feckless youth stolen, usurped
By belligerent old men fighting futile wars,
My youthful imaginings were shelved, deferred
By a call to arms couched in patriotic terms
To kill other young men equally confused.
My anger remains at the call to arms under a
“My country right or wrong the rallying cry”
Stupid, dogged xenophobic motives
Pilfering the lives of frightened young men,
Futilely killing them by the thousands
Upon distant battlefields oceans away.