Fallen

Conceived in love

raised to love another

in the same way

how did they all end up here

in this stew of men and mud

boiling in a cauldron of violence

like ants fighting over a crumb

that has landed on their hill

with so much work being done by the common man

why are the rats the only ones getting fatter

whenever one human falls

wounded and broken

there is a cheer

and a flag waving ceremony

while a family somewhere gets a letter

with the news that the one they loved

has been pounded into the dirt

with so many sacrificed

why doesn’t the world seem any safer

why are the rats doing so well

while the battlefields they have rented for us

is where our love has fallen