Today's the day we remember the dead
Not all the dead, just ones that the state killed
In fighting some other state over bread
Earned from oil, or squabbling over soil filled
With bones not belonging to states, but mild-
Supposedly free - people, forced at gun-
Point to appoint their kids to some well-drilled
Boatman to row them over the Styx. Sun
Sets on all empires, all riches, all fun
But while we're here the stately race goes on
And let's face it - when our side's won we've said
Well done, to our hired fists so young and skilled
Their blood was spilled to keep us all well-fed
At others' expense. A toast! Red wine, chilled
Sun 11 Nov 2007
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