March on

Hear their step?
The young march
to the beat
of broken hearts.

Through the day,
and the night,
all their life.
But it was never
their fight.

Yet they go on
not for God,
not for Glory,
only for fear,
of their own
wicked country.

But the day
will come,
when the young
have learned
there's no need
to fight,
because everyone
gets burned.