his was war and this was what always happened in war.

The young and the strong
The young and the brave
The young and the weak
All die the same.

Other young people killed them.

Those who spent their lives moping about by themselves
would mope along right into their graves.

Those who were defiant
would defy until they dropped dead.

The maudlin would weep and the deal makers would bargain
and the jokers would joke.

But every last one of them would die.
For it is in death that we are truly equal.