I reckon

Weeds tumble
over my headstone
until the Day.

one Day
a man was weary
too many mouths, too
hungry, loud
decided to shut them mouths
for better or worse

one Day
a general made a truce
swords to plows, but
orders are orders
decided to take that land
for better or worse

one Day
a rich man laid track
hands and hammers, all
crossed the sea for pay
but bullets are cheaper
for better or worse

one Day
Weeds tumble
into a broken hole
next to my headstone
Got my bullets,
Got my orders,
And I'm hungry
And for better or worse,
Hell's coming along.