Calculus

One man says you will go now to take my place and kill for me because I have declared it so. You will go to the enemy of our precious country to march and burn all you see in a caldron of hell. Another man looks at dope in the hood and shoots a man who would sell his precious daughter heroin. Wherein, he finds himself in prison for life to march and pace through all he sees in a caldron of hell. Who decides who will kill ... When is it murder in the guise of patriotic will shouting in maniacal fervor, "Take that hill, take that hill!" Here, take a medal instead to become emblazoned on your imprisoned chest full of dead guilt and shame marching ... always marching, moving, dying and crying in a caldron ...