My Soldiers Rage

There's no point standing around
 You'll only be showered by more boulders
 Ready your horses on the double
 Be honest, are all of us riding to our death?
 Yes, we are
 And since we're dying anyway, you're saying that it's better?
 Before we even start fighting?
 I am
 But wait, if we'll die anyway, then who cares what we do?
 We could just disobey your orders
 And it wouldn't mean a thing, would it?
 Yes, you're precisely right
 Everything that you thought had meaning
 Every hope, dream or moment of happiness
 None of it matters as you lie bleeding out on the battlefield
 None of it changes what a speeding rock does to a body
 We all die, but does that mean our lives are meaningless?
 Does that mean that there was no point being born?
 Would you say that about slain comrades?
 What about their lives?
 Were they meaningless?
 They were not
 Their memory serves as an example to us all
 The courageous fallen, the anguished fallen
 Their lives have meaning because
 We the living, refused to forget them
 And as we ride to certain death
 We trust our successors to do the same for us
 Because my soldiers do not fumble
 Or yield when faced with the cruelty of this world
 My soldiers push forward
 My soldiers scream out
 My soldiers rage