Just A Trinket Will Do

Why is it,
that we run
after
love,
religion,
acceptance,
and knowledge

like skinny, knobby kneed children,
ill dressed in bright rags.

running,
dancing through the dust and filth,
over and again,

after tanks?

Sweating,
screaming and hooting,
happily...
at recruits,
not much older than ourselves,

"Trinket for me, G.I.?"
"Throw me a trinket, G.I. Man..."

"Throw me a triinket!"