SOLDIER
A soldier is only so much cannon fodder, March to the sound of fife and drum, Ruma Tum, Tum, Tum, alignment right, Ever since the Romans and before, marching, Discipline makes all things possible, Yet, someone wins, someone loses, terrible indeed, To be foolish gallant, is still to be a fool, Hold the line, none shall pass, die in place, The weapons have changed, and tactics too, Now a global chessboard wired down to fire team, Death even in new forms, is still death, How brave to be killed by... Sign in to see full entry.