In the battle of man against the beast
I was not injured in the least.
But O! My comrades were its feast!
In the battle of man against machine
I escaped unscathed and clean.
But O! What a hellish scene!
In the battle of man against the heat
I found myself with food to eat.
But kitchens fraught with spoiled meat
and farmland lined with sun-scorched wheat.
In the battle of man against the cold
I was able to grow old.
But O! You know death is bold!
For though I survived, as I have told,
I found myself with none to hold.