PROVENDER.

I've mentioned before,
But I’ll say it again,
These morons
Would be better rounded up
And drafted,
And, after a period of intense boot camp,
Sent to replace proper troopers.
And nobody will care or call if they,
But little built,
Advance and fall;
Cannon fodder from the start.
For they have no faith,
Spirit
Or soul,
Are indifferent to others
And fear not for themselves;
The perfect disposable soldiers.