Sounds so demoralizing
her verbal ritual
Weighed down immobilizing
her yack perpetual
Her dear husband enlisted
for reasons simplistic
Their lives by Empire twisted
yet feel chauvinistic
They’re human raw material
to fill its hapless legions
on harsh campaigns Imperial
in to remotest regions
And so the War Machine
gobbles up recruits
Some eager to convene
to look sharp, salute
Empire’s goals & pursuits obscene
its glamor proves cosmetic:
To search out, destroy or demean
in violence frenetic
Carrying out command: ‘Fire!’
jingoistically
sets in motion outcome dire:
Blow back predictably