A long journey they made of it
and a rough one
some exultant, some terrorsick
most indifferent, no great shakes
just another mission, and a series of long days stretching
Once there the heat and dust struck like bullets
machines clogged and faltered
unprepared their eyes cried sand
they struggled to hear orders
but follow them they did
So obedient death is born.
And one day a boy with quick beating heart and dreams
will kill another boy with quick beating heart and dreams
(maybe the same dreams)
and nothing will be solved
and no questions will be answered
But it will happen, orders demand it
and one day an oh-so-important man with a slack jaw
will be called to answer those questions
and will spin his yarns
but give no answers
He had no orders.
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