It’s an old adage I know,
but if everyone declined to go,
if every decision-
maker said no,
if every arms maker built only ploughs,
there would be no seeds of war to sow.
Forget the patriotism of nationalists.
Strike to stop the weapon fashionists.
Vote out war mongering communists and capitalists.
None of it is worth the risk.

To the battlefield fallen, most unknown,
dead eyes to the sky, ground to the bone,
lost to family, lost to home,
forgotten souls of false hopes grown,
ploughed into fields of woe and sighs,
lost to memory, without good byes. 

Soon out of sight, out of mind.
Innocent victims of war’s relentless grind.
Pay some mind, 
pay some mind.