Confined inside a camp,
Each one a potential champ,
We were a troop of soldiers
Awaiting our charging orders.
Out we came at duty’s call,
Torched our heads against the wall:
Lit a candle or a cigarette,
Or turned on a kitchenette.
Many are our purposes,
After use man disposes us.
Duty over and power spent,
Burnt black we stand bent.
We indeed made a brave fight,
Earned well a salute for our might.
