Young, Brave and Brash

Young, Brave and Brash



Young, Brave and Brash, The Soldiers may be rash.
To go on such a war, for reasons, Oh, so poor.
Human in their blame, it's not as if they came.
To any other chances, as society disenfranchises.
The Young Soldier of today, is left to make his way.



As rifle bullets miss, One may finally kiss.
A soldier and a man, not a boy and lamb.
As bending friends cry, they lay their man to die.
A nameless soul to those, for whom the war exposed,
No feeling of remorse, just heightened public discourse.



The Young who stay at home, forever play and roam,
In need of some direction, not endless social correction,
Attempts to educate, need to recreate,
An environment which is free, to expressive creativity.
Instead of planed negation, to enforce expectation,
Of socially accepted views, a crime should you amuse.