The losses were rationalized to be what it took
Human lives traded trivially for some dirt
The need to succeed outweighed all the risks
No matter who was killed or was hurt
Grey haired men made decisions from far away
No thought of wounds or worse did they fear
They’d done their time acting as cannon fodder
Preferring to spend their remaining duty in the rear
Losses were but numbers that meant but a bit
Reporting delegated to those who didn’t care
While tears were shed they were more for looks
A repetitive act for those no longer there
While loyalty to a country is a noble cause
Why is the spilling of blood always our due
We strive to find cures for diseases that kill youth
Yet think not that a possible cure may have died too
