Biomass
There’s no secret it’s a war
Every boy is waiting for –
Take a risk, perform a deed –
Hundred foes to defeat.
It’s a fight of fair play
In your childish naïve brain.
On your playground of machismo
War is a place for heroism.
What are you? You’re biomass
Sent to wriggle in dirty mess,
Satisfactor of ambitions
Of the venal politicians
The stupidity of commands –
Gradually you’re getting common
With dysentery and lice,
Slush and shit and oath and cries
There’s no place for supergoal
What is more, you don’t know
The objectives of this war
What the hell you’re fighting for