Dash away to war, to fight and win
Cut through rippled skies, plagued with angst
Offering hell to those below, with angry, boiling clouds of conflagration
Leaving our enemy’s green jungle in a smoking pyre
Return to sip icy beer and sleep in the depths of urgency
Awaken to offer our lives again and again
Except those comrades, lost forever beneath a green canopy of ruthless jungle
Their bodies rotting alone amongst the ever eager fungal
The value, lonely scribed on cold, abrupt chiseled stone
With only their mothers to remember their names.
Still, we gather restless, meaningless reasons
For a country that has forgotten why we dashed off to war.
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