War's Seduction

Seduced by her perfume.
Inflamed in her bedroom.
Entrenched in no man land.
Stroked by a banker's hand.
Sell our carrion by the pound.
Financial decision very sound.
Dead son letters we all fear
break hearts and spill tears.
Gold star in windows warn
this house is now war torn.
Leave us to weep and mourn
our fallen boy now unborn.