Dwindling down to the last morsel
And yet we cannot stop
Losing men left, right and centre
And yet another pawn we shall plop

History has to be written
Stories, another must
Forgotten will be those who died, frostbitten
Their medals now gather rust

Clearer waters have flown between these banks
That time has past, and will yet come again
History will not celebrate these hideous tanks
The ghost of their memories will be washed away by rain

Philosophers gather and discuss
The heavy sitting toll
As the commons turn away in disgust
And take a leisurely stroll