War

I would yield, to the shield If a sword I did wield, Because I will not kill, for the thrill An unarmed man upon any battlefield. I would run, from the gun Before any fighting had begun, As I don't want to die, or even cry Or be buried to early neath the sun. I will fight, for what is right With any foe or enemy in my sight, By using our fist, that I'd insist As we battle with our own might. It would be one man, against another man And that would be the plan, We might brawl, then we might maul And that is how our battle began. I might sigh, and then I might die And only I will know the reason why, But I will stay, and I will not runaway As our battle might intensify. I might be poor, but furthermore I will fight upon any shore, I will endure the strife, I might lose my life But I do not want to have another war. Randy L. McClave