oh, take me to the fields of Armageddon
where i can fight destruction of the world;
take me to Culloden
where i can learn to sacrifice my life
to a doomed cause of false hope;
take me to Gettysburg
where i and my comrades
scream the rebel yell
in a cause for blighted rationale;
take me to the sea battles
between majestic ships of war,
where men were men, often foolishly
giving their lives to Davy Jones
for a preordained lost cause;
let me live by dying valiantly
to lost causes, ill-fated hopes
because i find my aged self impotent
to take up my saber
against causes that subtly plan
to destroy caring.