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They headed into battle

Filled with a noble cause,

Sold to them by the few

And as the bombs exploded,

And the gunfire rang out

They one by one hit the floor,

And were immediately forgotten

People remember the cause,

But not the individuals

Laid in lines of identical crosses,

Those who died for the few

For the noble cause to win or lose,

Unaware it’s a fruitless endeavour

And a pointless game played out,

By those of wealth and power

To reduce down the numbers,

Of the friends and loved ones of ours

Who are unable to ignore the call.