He’s just a professional soldier
In this limitless land
Only his Mother will miss him
After he’s taken his stand!
Maybe a close-knit family
Of brothers and sisters galore
None other than they to mourn him
After he’s shot at the door.
The nameless faces of his buddies---
Known only by last name---
Moved even closer together
The deadlier became the game.
A number of fallen, faceless men
Announced by the Media as slain
As a dry statistic
As a dirge of refrain.
Money talks---especially in War
So much will get you exempted
It’s they who fight the fight
Whose pockets are always emptied!