An Ideal LifeJust ordinary situations For the soldiers of the day Waiting at designated stations;An Ideal Life
At work at and at play, Awaiting that singular call Which will end their stay
And send them to the blood wall Dividing the world's spheres Between agricultural sprawl
And the towers of their fears; Each guaranteed to get Shield, armor, and spear
But some know the claims are wet And remain mere plastic placations With hope that they'll forget.
