Don't make that mistake

Somebody should tell him he is 24
Before he leaves for war and night catches with him.
Tell him where the rest go when they allowed the little spark turned to wild fire
Under their watch Metals burn like paper
And flames flung their wings about, razing everything.

The enemy was crazed that they dared an uprising
And as they rise they fell in great number
Yes they were sons of this land
Fathers of daughters who were inconsolable.

Somebody should send for ESE
Let her rub this big head and cuddle him close
Perhaps her whisper and touch could melt his pot
That Rusty pot cooking junk
For only her could convince
Where the words of men are incapable of conviction.