Private Limbless Soldier.
Making dancers in chances
Form rows of soldiers
Fighting battles in lost romances
Swinging on ropes over bell towers
Ringing songs as battle commences
Breaking legs at fields on slaughter
Bellies full of bombs making new laughter
Explode to feed another soldier
Lying limbless not quite fed
Spew out their mother and father
On dead enemy soldier.
Private limbless hero
Surrounded by circle of army
Each with gun to their heads
They all shoot together
and fall on private limbless hero
Who no their limbs flutter
Together making another limb
That grows from his shoulder
So he can hold their pistol
Under his chin, then kill
Just another soldier.