A Question of Cannon Fodder

A Question of Cannon Fodder Drenched in the blood Wept in raining puddles of agony The wretched and forgotten Mud of centuries He fell by knees and palms Dead to the feet of living A Splashing tattoo of scarlet drumming On the futile embrace Of histories life spent warring Driven by battle Riffle, bomb, bow, lance, cannon, arrow and missile And to thunderous skies Where blasted shell burst wreaked its revenge of lies Turned his eyes And to heavens stars of eternal bliss As to permanent darkness Raised his fists And cried to the voice Of perpetual emptiness And ever unanswered promises A question of tears Raised from a single heart inside a human chest Screamed in hopelessness “ARE YOU ENJOYING THIS ?”