Youth is a Wicked Time

The old woman slapped a paper on the counter
She didn't see she was hitting me too
Twelve eyes, six faces had seen the spaces
between the red, white, and blue

and how many more devoured by the war?
my sister, my brother, civilians and soldiers
nineteen on the front line
youth is a wicked time to learn to die

Is this wrong, is this right, black and white
if only the answers came so easily
but who can build a life upon
the rise and fall of a faceless enemy?

and how many more devoured by the war?
my sister, my brother, civilians and soldiers
nineteen on the front line
youth is a wicked time to learn to die