First To Fall Poem by Robert Scott Hogg

What madness drives us on each day
we're doomed - or haven't you been told
No matter who you are or what you say
some day you will grow old

So where's the mark or starting post
and when does the race begin
Does it matter how we fight or play
or even if we win

Who judges us, who'll referee
in this greatest game of all
Who's in my team or on my side
and who'll be the first to fall

I heard the whistle in my dream
and ran towards the light
I stumbled breathless to my knees
and lost without a fight

Come on you bastards, show yourselves
give me something real to kill
You can't hide for ever
and I won't always have the will.