"Pity those whom dream of war" - Poem

Pity those whom dream of war,
Taught by film or game,
The supposed glory,
Gained in battle;

They dream of war,
While thousands flee,
They slumber thinking of the fame,
And of honour;

Like those in the past,
Answering the call to war,
They joined in droves,
Those poor unlucky souls;

Many of them too,
Dreamt of war,
Recalling past glories,
They marched to war;

Cut down in droves,
Like wheat in the harvest,
Scythed down by their foe,
Never to dream again;

They walk back to their lines,
And see the dead,
Friend and foe alike,
Floating in that manmade bog;

Pity those whom dream of war,
Ignoring lessons of old,
As they march into war,
Only to see history repeat itself.

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Geraint 03/7/2016