The dark comforts the hidden hand that melts the heart of soldiers,
Where the frail can barely stand locked in line, shoulder to shoulder,
Trudging on through dirt and sludge fatigue the steering wheel,
Effort pumped high, fuelled machines led by the false sound of wars appeal,
'Fight for your country!' they cried promoting glory in their stead,
But how on earth can a nation survive, when all its men are dead?
Widowed wives when troops arrive and livlihoods destroyed,
Spurred on by polititians who use wise words to fill the void,
That was created when the fated died, pupils dilated, hungry faces,
Marching under powers banner in costume, steel capped boots, frayed laces,
Disgraced parade of madness, school children armed with guns,
They won't figure to pull the trigger when the sound of war drums hum.
Plunged into a crowded trench eyes fixed down the barrel of a firearm.
Into the iris of the enemy who seems just as scared, alarmed,
Hesitation to release the bullet that you feel pierce your beating chest,
War does not determine who is right, it determines who is left.
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