Revised 7/19/10

Brothers All

Brothers all, no one else cares

But the ones beside you; they're always there

Fighting a war they were bred to fight

Knowing that there is no hope for their life

Useless armor, feeble kit

Even the healthiest are getting sick

Never smiling, never crying

Never lamenting, always dying

The people they protect

Give them no respect

They are clones, what do you expect?

-x-

Brothers all, they march in formation

Towards the barracks in which they are stationed.

In the cold and the rain, the fight is more urgent all the same

Watching friends die

In the hands of mindless droids

Makes them forget such a thing as joy.

For those who believe, they join the Manda

For others, they're just dead and gone.

Another "unit" lost, one of thousands.

They'll just make more.

-x-

Brothers all, they survived brutal training

And an accelerated childhood without any playing

Not a citizen, not an outcast

Not a criminal, not a loner

No one cares; just win the war

But don't expect any reward

Scarred faces, bruised limbs

All testimonials to the pain

They have nothing to lose or gain.

To the Republic, they're all the same.

-x-

Brothers all, they near collapse

But sheer will keeps them going

And they'll always have that

A rest at the barracks is miles away

But who would make camp in the mud and rain?

Dragging dead companions, clinging to their runs,

They would give anything to be on a world with three suns.

"Onward, onward, we're almost there"

Urges a Jedi leading the squad.

He can use the Force to go on.

But these men cannot.

-x-

Brothers all, no one else cares

But the ones beside you; they're always there

Fighting a war they were bred to fight

Knowing that there is no hope for their life

Useless armor, feeble kit

Even the healthiest are getting sick

Never smiling, never crying

Never lamenting, always dying

The people they protect

Give them no respect

They are clones, what do you expect?