Young cub, bound by the state of abundant love, and
respect,
Why so sad? Why does your restless soul languish, in
such regret?
Your conscience gnawing, at your soul, to leave the
kindle safe,
To walk onward, onto the uncharted roads, as a
heatless wraith.
Why do you yearn, for the sound of war, the mighty
guns ablaze?
To surrender everything you have, within the battles
smokey haze!
Now as you toss, and turn, struggling to hold back the
lion inside,
Your world inverted; with restless heart, changed to
overdrive.
What spirit has sown, the sad seeds of discontent, and
sacrifice?
Planting visions of death, and destruction, by hearts
turned to ice.
Your dear mother left, to dread your resolve, so
recklessly found,
Her attention set to those, who went before, now in
the ground.
And on the ruthless one, the callous one, who will
spirit you away,
Summoning you to join the draft, the dead heroes,
within the fray.
While many might think you daft, the point that you
must make,
As you muster the strength, and courage, you have
yearned to take.
To stand, shoulder to shoulder, with all the brave
soldiers, in war,
In hope, that you can finally find, what you have been
hunting for.
To roar, in the face of death, to rally all the valor,
you have inside,
Against all odds, as you become, one in the spirit, of
the lion’s pride.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (November
2023)
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