Youth is doomed

Older men declare war,
But its youth who fight and die.
Its youth who go through misery,
Its youth who weep and cry.
Its youths grave,
in fresh earth its made,
Its youths eyes eyes in an aeroplane,
Heading towards the world trade.
Its youths head,
High upon a roman stake.
Its youths body,
Enslaved by politics,
Out in the sun to bake.
No matter what country,
What government you make,
It will always be youth-
Who pay for the older mans mistake.
Arwen