With uniform, and weapons presented
Gray flesh soldiers march in parade
Approaching the final gates
The choice would be too late
The natural course of life devastated
The starvation in the eyes of these souls
A procession moving forward, inexorably
They fought, and entered fate's embrace
No control of the destination
Nor able to pay Charon's toll
Life has fled, as they've bled inevitably
Never to return, their ashes in an urn
Loved ones wonder
What was it worth
To lose their loves
