COPYRIGHT LIFE, ALL HAPPINESS RESERVED
He sits on the grass searching the sky
Struggling to find a reason why
Dreams must lay down and silently die.
He quietly did what was required
Of men when e'er a war transpired
While wife and whoremonger conspired.
Now husband and wife, both are here,
One in depths of pain and one in fear –
Realist and the imagineer.
Life, in the end, is the Great Betrayer
Laughing at love and fervent prayer
Defiling loves vows beyond repair
Men lay their wreaths at heroes' graves,
Grieve precious lives they could not save –
Though he didn't die, 'tis death he craves.
When war brings betrayal and deceit
When war tramples dreams under its feet
A soldier, ultimately, tastes defeat.
And the quisling who stole his life,
Stabbed the warrior with lust filled knife,
Now poses as a paragon in life.
Praises the troops, as veteran bold –
The Judas who wreaked havoc untold,
Forgetting to evil his soul was sold.
As the man who put his life on the line,
Sips the acid of life's bitter wine,
Loves enemy acts as patriot sublime.
And with feigned remorse in every breath
With power to redress his terrible debt
He proves that self-centeredness knows not death.