(With thanks to Steven Kenny for the title.)

They were kings for a day
who won a small victory.
From out of nowhere
they did the death march
at the edge of the world,
and followed the paths of glory.
Through greenfields, helpless
and home sick they
trudged on, hoping to reach
the land of sunshine.
Through  midlife crisis
and underwater love,
digging the graves of
zombie eaters and crack hitlers,
they learned the gentle art of making enemies.
They were falling to pieces,
getting smaller and smaller
and they were the last to know.
Now everythings ruined.