War Machine A Poem

Today is the day to kiss cares and worries away,

Today is the next day in the story of the rest of our lives,

We march triumphantly off to the unknown,

To die in glory in a land we do not know,

Against our brothers we have never met,

We murder our dreams and futures as we slaughter the friends we never made,

For a cause we blindly repeat and masters whose cruelty we obey,

For a land we will never steward and people we will never meet,

Such is glory when a war machine shuffles its feet.