You must deliver us victories
Meaningful blood sacrifice
The New Book speaks of speed and action
Technology shouts out
Death and glory!
Burnt alive by the triumph
Of the will of man over nature
Dressed in the garb of soldier boys
Dressed up like men from Mars
He ploughed through the crowd
At one hundred and thirty five
Mother and child watched
And then died
That day we all said goodbye to innocence
And common sense
Out of the sky they came to collect you
But it was too late
Betwixt the roadside and a tree
On a long left hand
You were too loose
And got fried
And by the time you said goodnight
It was all over
Bar the shooting
Brutal
Like gladiators
On the edge
Of dried up radiators
On the edge of your seat
On the cusp of a
Very
Long
Fall
Your futile death
Will be to the delight
Of the future upright and forthright fools
Who will school you in history
And the mordant wit of true suffering.