A Mind Does Not Matter (in matters of war)

In lands
far and near
The barrels
have risen
Apertures laid
on their mark
'Long live the Queen'
Shouts the last
of the soldiers
All the presidents men
now will march
The smoke and the fire
The stench of flesh burning
The waves of battalions
Like lambs to the slaughter
All longing for glory
rather than conscience
Still the eye of an eagle
shall cultivate Truth.