I was told by my peers
That honor and valor
Could be found in a far-off field,
As if war was a scavenger hunt
Wherein men of all ages
Fought to the death
Looking for little baubles
And adjectives.
I was told to return
With my shield or on it,
And how different those words sound
When you listen to the shells, shouts, and screams
In a far-off field.
But when this land sleeps in silence,
The locals can be grateful
That all the young boys
Looking for adjectives and baubles
Have made a far-off field
Full of daisies,
Beautiful in the sun
And graceful on the breeze.