"The pioneer's of a warless world are the young men (and women) who refuse military service." - Albert Einstein
The victory’s in staying home, where unsung
won’t be juxtaposed with hero and young;
the quiet of unwarlike tasks and boredom
and no empty coats with flapping sleeves hung
up in hushed closets for years. In upfront
flash of a different courage, the blunt
slam of refusal, and no engagement.
Let the lad choose what he does and doesn’t
for goodness’ sake, glory can be clawed and won
in nothing raised, not raging arms, nor weapon
just keen shoulderblades and clean, cleft burdens -
much glory but no fame in that being done.
The power’s out, so I’ve no torches to lobtake this my staunch yes and no and do the job.
Saw that quote from Einstein floating around on social media a few days ago, and so this is a response poem.