Empathy is now the drug of brains,
It drowns the spark of thought with pails of tears
Clothes itself in horrors decked with fears
Is suffering’s colleague, connoisseur of pains
Once more the men are climbing up the sodden wall
Rifles in their hands, into the stinging air,
Expressionless they drop, for only death is there
The sergeant blows his whistle, time for us to rise and fall.
They stumble every time the jerky film is run
men in spite of brains are soon to be extinct
their minds anaesthetized, they stare without a blink,
fodder for the gun, we feel them perish, every one.
Now prevail, in rows and rows of whitened crosses -
order from their nothingness, and deathly peace from losses.