Toy Soldiers

The morning dusk was their bread -
buttered up, yet hard to swallow.
Bodies fell into the ground -
for each but a moment of sorrow.

Warriors long forgotten,
of wars that will never end.
Moments in time forever lost,
as they slowly in our routine blend.

As the dance goes on and on,
no one dares taking the lead,
for if we never bother trying
we will never fail to succeed.