Warriors

I love it...
keep on hearing it,
those hail and sturdy men
raise their hands now and then
and say "Send the boys in,
send the men and send the girls in...
send their bodies to the bullets...
send their faces to the fire...
and their  feet to find the minefields,
their heads to catch the shells."

So, I ask them, are they going?
Are they showing their bravado
by pulling on a yellow helmet,
struggling with the old kit-bag?
Or sitting on their big fat asses,
feeding their faces and watching tv?
and while the girls and boys are fighting
is the nearest they will ever get
to action squirming on a sofa?

Yeah. I thought so,
Warriors!