Amidst the battery fire and shrapnel,
Ripostes and mud and barbed wire,
Warfare is glorious,
A vehement symphony of iron and gore,
Triumphant charges and resounding firing lines,
Dark clouds braiding with sulphur,
Nations forms are in flux,

You are a soldier,
Thrust your bayonet into that opposing commoner,
To increase your masters demesne by inches,
For those men who sip wine in silken tents,
In elite safety,
For those whom paint borders,
Your blood and your opponents the currency for miles,

There is no grandeur to be found here,
For the common man it is naught but hell,
A charnel house,
And yet for your flag you enlist,
Fire your salvo into that poor mans flank,
Fight for your valour,
Your thanks shall be as dirt upon your casket,

A most ancient con job,
There is no glory in war.

Comments
  1. Shruba says:

    Agreed. πŸ–€πŸ₯Ί

  2. Wow, this fits the songs I’m listening to and the drawing I’m working on these days 😈

  3. Oh I just noticed it says “DUMB” on the helmet hahaha!

  4. Carol anne says:

    awesome so good! I love it! ❀

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