Marching On


For the sake of a dying nation

They march on into war

Endless rows of voiceless minions

With no clue what it’s for


Gleaming armour of cold steel

Sweeping banners in blue breeze

No one knows why they’re fighting

Except for Mephistopheles

Nincompoops marching onwards


Silly tactics, pointless planning

Stern commands to no avail

A piece of land with minerals

For only God to flail

Hubris coming to a closure


Cliff of fate is getting closer

Lemmings, dodos, dinosaurs

Will soon have a new companion

For nature no big loss

Nobody non the wiser