Gambled
Little soldier, little insect.
You know war - it has no heart.
It will kill ye in the sunshine.
Or happily, in the dark.
Where kindness is a card game
or a bent up cigarette.
In the trenches, in the hard rain.
With a bullet and a bet.
He says 'Help me out. Hell is coming.
But could you do it now? Hell is here.'
We risked everything to be together. Bet on a future, an 'after the war.'
All lost.