Sky stained with tones of red
dripping faucets correct the marching soldiers
as they blossom towards their murder
Screaming cries of patriotic nonsense
in souvenirs of flags and medals
that they'll be presented with
either on chests or graves
Breath tinted with lust
war drums pounding in the celestial
sanctuary of the broken hearted puzzle
which demands to be reconciled
with its own sense of disaster
green dressed robots parading
in their endless lines of death
Heart caressed by hate
speeches offered by suit and tied gremlins
that stay at home under their beds
while the young men travel far
bringing their disease like a plague
moronic images of courage driven
into their underdeveloped minds
someone has declared a police action
once again someone will die