Ready for marching orders.
Troop us away then!
We’ll follow in the full moonlight
“Your dossiers are in order”
says the leather glove
for the shaking ones,
a speech to strengthen
Gird up! We exchange
breathing for heartache
until we’ve all had enough or rather
someone calls a stop for the day
Fight for a freedom
which never arrives
Never is expected
and always promised
So no one’s disappointed.