A being has been created
As valuable as any
A miracle has happened
Of course we see so many
The bedrock of existence
Immortal for a while
Phenomenal in so many ways
A number and a file
In some corporate office
An identity of sorts
Somebody’s relation
In somebody’s thoughts
A child grows ever upwards
Develops and proceeds
Critical and crucial
Where his life now leads
Where all this has happened
Really who dare say
WhIch path he might follow
On any given day
He may don that uniform
And be issued with his gun
And be asked to fight the enemy
Out there in the sun
He may not have ever thought
About his enemy before
But now he has reached
The theatre
The theatre of war
He was sad to leave his mother
Whom he loved so very much
Whoever the enemy was he thought
Perhaps their mothers touch
Was precious to them too
He began to wonder why he was there
And wondered if the enemy
Similarly did share
These thoughts or were they gung ho
Couldnt wait to kill
Whilst he was thinking about all this
A sound it was kind of shrill
He remembered feeling very sick
And he was looking at the sky
Clearly he wouldn’t see his mother
For his eyes closed he did die
We ask what was creation doing
Why was it that he
Was sent into a battle
Where he should never be
War is really pointless for the soldiers
In the field
Its All to do with money
And arms sales that can yield
Huge amounts of profit
For the fat cats and the banks
Who make a lot of money
Putting soldiers into tanks
Inspired by a post on facebook just now
A song by Dire Straits
It was just the guitar part that brought
These thoughts into my mind not the words