soldiers fortune





A soldiers fortune
Was tainted with gold
No one believed
The myths he told
Where visions waltzed
Amongst his field
And law men
Promised
Diamonds yield
For money
Is power
And power reclaims
Us
A fall to poverty
Often
Renames us
I call platoon
You circle rank
Your bloodhound
Nose
Says world is stank
And everyone hides
In neat little stories
Bouquets with meaning
Poisoned with glory
A soldier marches
With men of ten
Eleven are missing
These are lucky ones
Then
Surviving webs that stick with lies
Dodging the sergeants eagle eyes
A taste for his
Wallet
Whilst he snoozes at dusk
Men who claim power

  • Will wear.his musk

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