Road Sixteen Hundred ( Alexandrine Villanelle)

With no idea none at all of what to do, were sixteen hundred soldiers counted newly dead. Ask sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue, How many more to muster, murder; though untrue the reasons given? Gone where angels fear to tread, with no idea none at all of what to do. Unconcerned for what is lost or even who… just "Collateral Damage"... that is what they said at sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue. From hollow oath the young men follow through as "Cannon Fodder"… aren't they "lives" instead, with no idea none at all of what to do, What loss of value, freedom. Dressed Red, White, and Blue now shades of ghostly grey except where they have bled, Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue. We waited as if deaf and blind to what we knew, Now sixteen hundred to untimely death have sped with no idea none at all of what to do. Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue.