By Tony DeLorger © 2014
I hear the ardent steps of soldiers marching,
a righteous march that moves the earth,
in thunder gloom they approach in numbers,
precision made like some machine just birthed.
And all I see is blindness erring,
blinkered minds in shallow thought,
willing to sacrifice their lives and more,
for ideals fed wholly to wrought.
An endless parade of single minded souls,
to a feared to think for themselves,
rise up to give life meaning,
but instead sell themselves short.
The pounding steps grow closer,
soldiers minds now completely gone,
like robots they pursue their target,
indistinguishable: right or wrong.
A tumultuous storm above amasses,
like the setting for a tragic play,
and when opposition gathers below to fight,
the soldiers break their lines and trudge into the fray.
Death lines every patch of earth,
with blood and sweat and dirt,
no thoughts of righteous deeds abound,
just the darkness of life inert.
So what worth is this ideal so true,
that feeds ideas of death so noble,
in the name of any deity, a righteous ruse,
a betrayal of trust and a mind so hopeful.
And the soldiers just keep marching,
on a mission of compliance and belief half told,
to vanquish all who disagree,
with the power of few, control.
Even in the still of darkest night,
I can hear their pounding feet,
the thunderous march of mindless men,
oh, when will it all cease.
Anyone who believes in war, does not believe in themselves.