Each year the cemeteries claim more soldiers as their boarders;
they march into the open grave, just following their orders.
Some are killed in battle, but as many, if not more,
are casualties of conflicts that were over long before.
Addled in their minds and crippled in their body’s health,
they die so much more slowly with a patriotic stealth.
The cemetery does not care how they arrive at all;
each casket represents another worm-welcome windfall.
Oh, when will cemeteries cease to glut themselves on those
who fall because the pride of men works in the deep shadows?
The only way satanic wars can ever really cease
is when the world embraces Jesus Christ, the Prince of Peace.