Unnatural Selection / Do you Feel a Draft?

Unnatural Selection / Do you Feel a Draft?

Do you feel a draft?

There is a draft passing through the house,
sweeping up all the women in the name of fairness
for since 1947 all the men have had
to purchase green camo sweaters.

You can call me naive
just as much as you please
for what I believe
is that love and peace
is the only way to heal this world.

You say it’s for equality and progress
that you’ll draft both men and women
clad in the uniforms of warriors
to be sent to be the destroyers
of other men and women.

There is a draft passing through the house
which will leave poor families to freeze.

There is a draft passing through the house,
revealing holes in the walls we build
between each other during a time
of endless war.

There is a draft passing through the house,
indiscriminately, bringing a chill to free people
who believe not all were meant to be soldiers.

You can call me daft
when I choose to use my craft
to speak against an unjust draft
passed by those beginning wars as they laughed.

Let those go and fight
who choose freely to endure such a plight
for one should have the right
to choose peace over war
if their heart speaks against it with a roar.

Let those who freely choose
bravely pay such often hefty dues,
but when they return you best treat them right,
because not all of us were meant to fight.

There is a draft passing through the house
sweeping up my generation,
leaving us subject to the whims
of the leaders of our nation,
when current volunteers
are returning home
to injury and frustration,
if returning home at all.

Now you call it a selection,
put into place by the elections,
leaving no choice for my generation
but to object with demonstration.

Do you even understand the frustration
when our youth looks at other nations
who fully fund higher education
while we choose to fund destruction?

There is a draft, passing through the house
that if ever enacted will threaten
future generations by wiping out
the healthy who might otherwise
birth and care for the next genius
meant to cure the ills of the world
instead of bombing it.

This endless cycle of revenge—
oh, when is it going to end?
I ain’t against real self defense,
but these battles seem to never end.
It’s always us versus them,
and back around again.

Can we end these calls for war?
If not, then maybe I’ve forgot,
what it is we’re really fighting for.

I hope such things are merely registration,
and not the inaugral structures of endless war for our nation.

There is a draft passing through the house
and it’s time that we the people
add insulation for our future generations
and instead build up the structures of peace.

When, oh, when will this world choose peace?

D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang
Diana L. Lang is Poet Laureate of Vallejo, California. She has published nine poetry books under the pen name D.L. Lang, won several awards at area county fairs, and enjoys participating in the spoken word community of Solano County.
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