The battle-cry went out
and they marched in obedience
for the opportunity
to defend their country
As the patriotic flags were waved
they were told
it was a matter of national security

The children cried
and waved goodbye
never knowing
it was all a lie
perpetrated by the “chosen ones”
Sitting in their finery
plotting and planning
Sipping their hedonistic elixirs
of god-like domination

While the sheep followed
bleating in agreement
Devouring the glorious fabrication
delivered ad nauseam
on the nightly news

The killed and maimed
forgotten and discarded
Swept aside and hidden
like an embarrassing disease
The flag-draped coffins never seen
No hero’s homage or tearful dirge