Son:
Father I am no coward but I do feel fear
You tell me I will do well but the battle grows near
Knowing this is how it has always been
Is not a help I am only fourteen
Father:
Now my son I know you fear
The words I say you do not want to hear
But this is your heritage this is our way
All men and boys do battle its only women who stay
Son:
Father I can’t believe that you knew fear
I have seen you hurt with out even a tear
O what will it be like to see you slay?
To see them crushed under foot on the floor they would lay
Father:
For as long as time this is how it has been
At your age I remember I had fear I was not keen
When I was your age I so my first kill
I know my son it haunts me still
Son:
Why do we live this way why do we fight?
If we kill all how can that be right
I know my father to battle I must go
Standing by your side as we destroy our foe
Father:
We are warriors that’s how we live
We never surrender no quarter do we give
So my son into battle we must go
To vanquish our enemies to destroy the foe
Dennis Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/son-to-father/
