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