The soldier had a puzzled look,
His gun had jammed, so read a book,
That told him all he thought he knew,
While bullets flew just past his head,
Of knights and kings, and all they slew,
And wondered then if it was true,
The things they said about the dead,
But then there came the feared command,
To make their prayers for one more stand,
For peace at last without regrets,
At which they cursed and cried,
Fumbling with their bayonets,
They owed the slain too many debts,
The sea of blood was wide.
They didn’t know the enemy, the reason they were there,
Some said this and some said that and some just didn’t care,
For living wasn’t easy but graves they gave you free,
So, ready for the killing, but trembling as he stood,
Wondered where the gods were, oh, why they didn’t see,
The shattered earth and corpses, from mountain to the sea,
And what in us is worth a damn, what could it bloody be?
Rendingly painful, as it is hopeful.
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