will never end

 

Into the earth they go, those lives barely more than dreams.

Nurtured, schooled, and delivered before the full flowering

of youth to the guns and bombs of wars spurred on by the

vainglorious who, beating the drums in the far distance, turn

on the tap of patriotic souls. And how they let it drip; oh, if it 

had been a tap of water, it would’ve been mended long ago; 

                                  the pity is we don’t hear soldiers dying.