Duty Calls

A field of carnage, of death galore,

Sore upon mine waking eyes,

As I watch, and await, an eternity it seems,

For the call to arms, to nurture the undying war machine.

 

We, the harbingers of peace, of tranquility supreme,

Knowing only the cost, of bodies torn limb from limb,

Bolster our courage, our frayed nerves, once made of steel,

As we answer the call of duty, as harbingers of peace, or death,

Swift and unbearably sweet.