Troop us Away Then

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.

Whatcha think?