The draft
You'll take my boy?
My only son?
Hand him a helmet
and hand him a gun
Teach him to shoot
and take other's lives
Send him to kill
or even, to die
Then tell him again
what an honor it is
to die for your country
give all you can give
But don't tell my boy
that there'll be no applause
for the blood that he'll shed
or the terror he'll cause
For it would break his heart
if he found out
that not even you
know what this war's about.
My only son?
Hand him a helmet
and hand him a gun
Teach him to shoot
and take other's lives
Send him to kill
or even, to die
Then tell him again
what an honor it is
to die for your country
give all you can give
But don't tell my boy
that there'll be no applause
for the blood that he'll shed
or the terror he'll cause
For it would break his heart
if he found out
that not even you
know what this war's about.
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