RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CONSCRIPTION
Advice to Young Men *
It may be hard to believe
They used to send us to war
They lied and deceived
They never said what for
They gave us a number
They took away our names
Then we went into slumber
It all felt like a game
They wanted us to fight
Without question or doubt
It would all turn out right
When we figured it out
So they sent us off to war
To kill and sometimes die
On a far, faraway shore
And still we never asked why
Now here’s my sage advice
Do not answer that call
Let them ask you more than twice
Do not answer them at all
It goes against humanity
To send our young to die
It smells of rank insanity
When they cannot tell you why
* and women
