Meaningless

Surrounded we wait wallow in self pity
Surrounded our fate matters little now
Did it ever matter that much?
It's amazing
How little it all really means
How small we really are
When surrounded by what we can't understand
What we can never hope to understand

So some cry like babies, some pretend to be 'men'
No time left for maybes, was it that much nicer then
Was there ever enough time?
It's amazing
How little it all really means
How little it really takes
To bring theses 'grown men' to their knees

The so called strong and the easily pleased
Look the same from a distance
Did we ever look different?
It's amazing
How little it all really means
How insignificant one can feel
When faced by what one cannot imagine
And cannot help but fear

Reactions of a group of soldiers, on realising they're about to die.
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