I'm preparing for an impersonal battle...

I'm preparing for an impersonal battle.
I ain't fighting for myself
or anyone else.
There is no country nor nation involved.
And, there is no meaning in winning or losing.
Thus, there will be death.
And hunger.
And lost.
And the sun will rise again
over the devastated lands
to shine on one single weed
awakening for its "meant to be".