When darkness falls
Between those trying to kill them
and them fucking everything in a skirt,
between their children being born in war zones
in houses rotten with damp,
between no holidays and losing comrades
between whores and booze and violence,
between deadly postings and loss of faith
between the charade of normality and lies,
they redeemed themselves but hated their lives
and all for nothing.
The devils battalion reforms in bars
regrouping on cobbled streets,
to beat their worthless lives out on strangers
all for the lack of love.
They who loved the most
become the least so,
who gave all for their brothers unthinkingly
are questioned and goaded for the want of peace.
And if ever their accusers come to hand
they will feel the crush and wrench,
because all of love is gone too soon
as all of them must go.
All they do is take
stabbed by bayoneted hate,
they cannot back down
and when darkness falls we shall know their names.