Raytheon

Inapt are men trading brains for muscle;  
Too often swapped in the annuls of war  
Where force was trained for disciplined hustle  
And cold mentation as entropy's whore  
To see that the widows were young and fresh  
With no flowers of chivalry to bed;  
Seemingly forgot was that their brave flesh  
Drained as quickly as a coward's when bled.  
   
And thus I challenge the bold and the brave  
To fashion something more than tombs en masse  
Where fewer cowards who escape the grave  
Can chase a piece of liberated ass.  
   
Think of the big picture, through and through,  
Before some recruiter...weaponizes you!