Fight For What? Poem by Jim David Morris

In the bloodiest centuries
Lie every mans shattered memories
Dying men flooded fields with loneliness
When the odds were slim they were not hopeless
Smaller the shield, bigger the blade
When they charged the battlefield they weren't afraid
Slaughtering their enemies, mission to invade
The crimson sky slowly fades
Earth quaking force, Thunderous trumpets
Deep down those men were nothing but puppets
Fighting for one mans greed possessed by madness
Reigning supreme, in a ruthless mans dream