You’re like a boxing glove

Could punch a truck

With the same hands that killed

And wrecked

And tortured

You’re cannon fodder

Charging for some unknown cause

For rich men’s wars

When did you stop thinking?

Was it when you started drinking

That the stinging

Took you?

And violence carried you

To another part of the world

Where your body was burned

And your words were slurred,

Your vision blurred

And like that you became an old man

No legs, can’t see and one fucking hand.

A victim of their wars

And their cause

Of which we know nothing

Years later,

Deathbed,

You start to cry

And don’t know why

You died for that stupid cause,

Those unknown wars

You’re Superman who fell off his horse,

And now you’re dead for nothing.