Faye Sizemore


Stolen youths of yesterday
With their smiles wiped away

They are marching away
These little boys of yesterday

Uncle Sam takes his pick of them in
These young boys who would be men

Sent them away as teenage boys
Given them guns instead of toys

Sent off to do the chore
Of fighting a foreign war

In hostile war torn land
A boy soon becomes a man

Dodging bullets makes him grow fast
If not for training he wouldn’t last

What is all this training we gave?
It is to help him elude the grave

Won’t someone tell us what this is all for
This grinding of our youth in the mill of war

Listen, the boys who came back as men will say,
“Youth has fought for you and your freedoms today”