The Roman Legion
Nothing has changed from three centuries ago
Men sent in masses, liberate, on with the foe
When actually the foe hides deep from within
Leaders of countries calculate who will win
To the poor rotten soldier crippled and maimed
Fighting for liberty never knows he's been framed
Love the War not the Warrior trudge on Hero Brave
There is money in War. Big Money. . . Still. . . to be made!
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