Be Not a War Poet

We have not the shot or shell
Who read their poems from distant days
Yet today it is still the same
The dance of death that war it plays
Other young men, not Flanders now
Afghanistan, even Belfast
Wars big and small, why fight at all
Like them those poor fools from the past
Who to fight: them - they had no choice
Unlike what we today we do
Throw down that gun, take up your pen
Let not the next War Poet be you!