a plane themed poem
THEY WERE
They were boys going over the top to die
in their tens of thousands in the mud of the Somme.
Nazi youth best in the world bar none,
proved wrong over wide steppes of Mother Russia.
Hurricane pilots fighting Japan over Ceylon, Burma, Imphal,
lost pilots barely 21 made men in lonely cockpits.
Red Chinese boys laid bare bone bloody
against Yankee lines, human wave failure.
In the jungles of Nam stoned Americans kill
more yellow men and women, want their youth
back more time to do drugs without time taken up by killing.
Falklands calling, Malvinas battle boys to men
8,000 miles from home, for Britain left many behind last colonial war.
Desert combat, boys to men now highly skilled killers
for oil and the engine. Today, where will it be next?
War calling more boys to be men, to quietly die
in combat or call for their mothers.
Fate will tell – now we wonder.
Boys finish school, part of the lottery of death crying
for more soldiers and innocents to die in death.