The Cull by Spider Tom

Spider Tom's Comments:  The definition of Cull is to kill numbers, of a species to limit their numbers.  Men do this to animals, men do this to each other, tragic but true.

And the order was sent, from Command, to the Front,
They were sending them out for the Kill.
Sprung out of the trenches, like hounds on a hunt, 
But dying like flies on the hill. 

In The Field, you own nothing, even Life's not your own,
Like the cloths on your back, you're on loan.
You're only a number, a "piece", in their Game,
Soldiers die, spill their blood to the stone. 

Chorus:
What a senseless waste of Life!
Just a stupid waste of Life!
War, a senseless waste of Life!
Devils' Darkness, steals the Light. 

Man, he learns little from, mistakes of the past,
Young men sent like lions, to the slaughter.
Where the choices aren't much, just to kill, or be killed,
And you'll fall first, if you falter. 

And there's many a business man, sat on the sidelines,
Counting the wealth, War has made him.
The vultures, the leaches, they sell to both sides,
In War, they're the only ones to win. 

The last thoughts of soldiers, lying, dieing in battle,
Most likely, go down the same path,
Last thoughts, of loved ones, or babies with rattles,
Are cut short by Death, Wars last laugh. 

We are programmed to Kill, or programmed to Cull,
Or be killed, or be culled, in the fight,
And years after battle, there's many a soldier,
Awakes, with a scream in the night. 

I dream of a day, when we lay War to rest.
Lay down the gun, and the spear.
A world, with a place for The Peace Dove to nest,
An end to the Culling and tears.

© Ken (Spider Tom) Robertson