Care to square

The many soldiers we send off to die

The many causes, ideas, ideals

The propaganda we fill our heads with

The prescriptions we turn a blind eye

The natures do we exaggerate

The consequences we redefine

That makes today a brave hero

Turn’s today terrorist tomorrow’s saint

The many troubled souls we have recruited

To double triple quadruple death and more

When mothers cry no more

And children remember nothing more

When politicians lose elections and military leaders retire

When today’s enemies become tomorrow’s friends

Do we care to square the soldier’s death

When all that is legible is the pensioned civil servants scrawl