Red.

A sea of it ablaze,
Silent in their innocence.
A thousand youths amazed.

Seduced by radio and print,
Stalks bending in the wind.
The eyes of politicians glint.

Pulled through the mud; roots revolt.
Conditioned cold and hard.
You live and learn the bayonet, 
and the actions of the rifle bolt.

You get no letters, have no time to read,
Lips caught up in death's boat's snare.
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