Broken red soldiers doubled over,
choking on lead and deceit.
As their mighty brave captain
turns tail and flees.
A turncoat, a traitor,
a yellow-gut w***e.
A breaker of:
promises,
oathes,
vows,
and more.
A starter of wars.
He'll go down in lore.
But what of the private,
the ball loader too?
What of the gunman,
and all of his crew?
Will they not stand recognized?
Nah, they'll be written off.
And only the coward will be held aloft.
Died twice they all did,
as forgotten is killed.
And never remembered,
and never they will.
And hopeful in silence
their corpses will hide
not even a grave
to remind us they died.
But monuments, portraits,
stories, tapestries,
tales and poems,
narratives, histories.
Hatred,
remorse,
doubt,
denial
and praise.
For the yellow-gut b*****d
who left them to their graves.
And why should it be,
that they all died in vain?
For humankind's love
of a damned good villain?
A breaker of:
promises,
oathes,
vows,
and more.
A starter of wars.
He'll go down in lore.