Assume there is a greater good that’s holding sway

but do not ask for details lest you learn

an ugly truth, it’s really not your turn;

the French in 1917 have lost the day,

have botched the second battle of Arras

and need your life to cover their defeat

divert the enemy while they themselves retreat

so you are sacrificed, alas, alas!

Now up and over to your certain death you go!

You didn’t even make it up before

you are asleep for evermore

and for greater good you never felt the blow

Too insignificant your death to be remembered;

not until a million more are mindlessly dismembered.