From very young we were all taught to fight,
Our second nature became our 3rd sight.
We would defend, deflect and dart the knife
Trying to prosper in our demoralized life.
Now we are old and we have passed on our ways,
As old friends die and we are counting our days.
This conflict and fighting seems so old now,
It’s hard to remember where it all came from.
Back in the days when our ancestors were young,
Even then the battles weren't for fun.
As I think of the years behind me,
I see the future of many around me,
The youth will fight, marry and produce,
Carrying on, without a truce.
Years will pass and nothing will change,
Worst of all, no one will think it is strange.
Now and again
Some may think,
“What are we fighting for?â€
But no one will speak,
For it is the unwritten law.
This saddens me so,
But now I am too old,
My acts are worthless,
I just hope the young are bold.
