Damages Become A Necessity

Corporals were skeptical

When mistakes were made

Their fears were industrial

For the odds of the blade

To elude or persuade

The fate for thousands of strays

To walk into fire

To commit suttee

Smell of damn soot

Littered the land

Crushed by the boots

Of delusional men

The lines have been blurred

Between heroes and sons

For saving a life

Or wielding a gun

Damages become

Damages become A Necessity