Army

Comes to rights, comes to arms,
fight you must, for your land,
defend your love, make us proud.
Than if you happen to survive,
we'll welcome you back, for a
little while. Slowly we will set you
off on your own, trapped in the
battles we sent you to, the death,
the carnage, your horrid past,
made present by our distaste for
ugliness. Yet we encourage so,
the fight you must attend, since
then we can close our eyes and pretend
that which is not, and never has been.