One Man Call Poem by maria goodison

What is this all for, stood in a line with guns in our
hands all looking smart in our informs.
Yet still in the deep of our minds we are still asking
what this war is really for?
Why have we spent mouth sailing ships and stomping
ground missing our loved one with shaking soul's.
What is this really for and is this grenade the
right way to go?
Our song's of a happier time fall still as we crawl on are
belly throw the dirt and grime.