Mercenary Society

The hand grenade decisions invade us all
We pull the pin but cannot throw
We expect the worst, we expect to fall
The shrapnel tatters what we know

Another limb, another cost
We amputate, connections lost
We confuse realities from the field
Medicine dulls what needs to be healed

Comrades are wounded, bystanders maimed
Battle does not concerned the shamed
All for none and one for one
Who said life was ever fun