Assume there is a greater good thatís holding sway
but do not ask for details lest you learn
an ugly truth, itís really not your turn;
the French in 1917 have lost the day,
have botched the second battle of Arras
and need your life to cover their defeat
divert the enemy while they themselves retreat
so you are sacrificed, alas, alas!
Now up and over to your certain death you go!
You didnít even make it up before
you are asleep for evermore
and for greater good you never felt the blow
Too insignificant your death to be remembered;
not until a million more are mindlessly dismembered.