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DEATH IS NOT A VOLUNTEER
DAVE THE POET

How many young innocent souls
Have perished in unjust wars
So emasculated leaders
Can whitewash their ruptured laws
Takes no courage, To send a man off to die
Skin in the game, Means side-by-side, On the battlefield
Relied on, As a savior
Becoming, His maker’s shield
A self inflicted wound, Never heals

Death, Is not a volunteer
Who preys upon, Our pain and fears
He is kin to child, Husband and wife
The immortal answer, For eternal life
Just as only, A mother can give birth
The elixir of life, Only she can serve
Blood and breath
Skin and bone
Sight and sound
Make us whole

Brave hearts, Of warriors and slaves
Are laid to rest, In premature graves
Folded flag, A marble stone
A resting place, Final home
Dreams and lovers, Loyal to the core
Sacrificed for power
In the name of war