Without a suitable rival, the sad brigade lingers Conscripts for an unpopular and non-believable cause. After a drawback, the sober war machine parades. The collective forces mimics a ploy of belligerence The transient atmosphere moans a superfluous order. A wit decides a banner epic for its backlog to dictate In the ***** populace there waves circular innocence. The twisted ranks value the immediate imperative This sudden attitude dresses into a signature. And a written tragic script obscures their pain. While the reluctant ones wait for peace to break out.