Upon the Battlefield

Look upon the battlefield,
The corpses of your enemies
Think of what they had in mind,
Think about their families
You cut them down on common ground
On your way to victory
Now they lay lifeless not a sound,
Consigned to stats in history.

Seven thousand numbered dead,
Just thirty took one to the head
“Many of ours?” a General said
“Fifteen each the report read”
“Fifteen all, disappointing”
“Still, we sent those buggers packing”
“Shame about the bullets though”
“That’s where all the money goes”

“But we lost two hundred men today”
“Really Colonel, go away”
“I don’t have time for sentiment”
“Your insubordination MUST relent”
“Off you go now, arrange those letters”
“chop chop now, there’s a good fella”
So colonel marches, falls in line
General sits back, killing time.

So what was all this fighting for?
We feed the rich, exploit the poor
And send beloved sons to war
As is now and was before
Our kin shan’t glimpse wars front line
They’ll run the show when comes peace time
Others children sweat and toil
And we shall trade their blood for oil.