Death comes tramping down the highway,
Hear our footsteps two by two,
See our faces, proud, courageous,
First time ever far from home.
No more fuel, at night it’s freezing.
Leave the tanks and search for food.
Cannot sleep, but keep on going.
Funny, how they look like us.
Crowds of people block the roadway.
Babies, children, moms and dads,
Calling insults, singing anthems,
Tell me, which ones do I kill?
Susan Greenberg Feltman 