War Dead

We justify war dead by adding more,
as if those dead, 
first fruits of young lives invested,
require more.

 This is known as the end of reason.

 We hold parades: pressed uniforms medal bedecked,
shined shoes in step,
flags waved by the youngest children: 

 What but pure charade,
raising up the next generation 
to be reaped like corn.

 Now tell me, you who brag of high morals,
what is this, but porn?