The Mechanisms

When little generals play at war
They don’t care what they’re fighting for
Playground battlefields are rife
With soldier toys bereft of life

Marching ever through the black
Orders fly, retreat, attack
Whoe’er commands a toy obeys
Out in the stars and far away

As children grow, the toys they build
From wood to steel with hate are filled
Colonels, generals, marshals plan
Their lines in every patch of sand

Marching ever through the black
Orders fly, retreat, attack
Whoe’er commands a toy obeys
Out in the stars and far away

Whoever’s uniform you wear
No loyalties to hold or share
No burning hate, no bitter fear
No heart to break, so shed no tear

Marching ever through the black
Orders fly, retreat, attack
Whoe’er commands a toy obeys
Out in the stars and far away