Colin F. Jones

JUST A GAME

I’ve a thousand soldiers to dispose,
Such are the numbers on this map,
That to my enemies I disclose,
Might not from the field come back.
For each and every one out there,
Will fight to their last breath,
If it is my whim this to declare,
That I send them to their death.
For soldiers are but pawns arrayed,
For my enjoyment of the game,
For this is how ‘tis always played,
To bring the winner fame.
And yes when all the foe are slain,
The sooner we can start again