Have morphed and warped the minds of boys,
Have morphed to slip back in fresh brains
In forms that seem like brand new words
But aren’t—are tweaked but much the same.
The thought is that you should be brave,
You should give your all for your team,
If that means blood, if that means death.
It shifts in shape, a ghoul like that,
But it comes down to, Give your life,
And take the lives we tell you to,
And it’s true that there’s a straight line
From fields of play to fields of death,
But you might take note this charge works
As well for one group as the next.
When will it end? Don’t waste your breath.
