Proud to Be Fodder

Never gave a reason, but made a stand Dividing up the city, such high demand Amidst the angst and boredom, the hatred manifests Self-serving is the conflict, so much to invest Line up, don't look back Fight the war, attack Can't you see the fodder awaiting the call Not returning any favours, there's none to recall Its beyond any duty, honor, or pride Nothing but the armour, empty inside A fear of being alone, keep up the distraction Don't take away the enemy, real or imagined Forget about the pretext, just point the direction A total war machine with no objection