Who is the enemy?

A solider here a soldier there,
Following orders of those,
Who don't care,
They said,
Living not long ago,
Death seems to be everywhere,
Dying, dead or martyrs,
We fight for the righteous,
Cobblers, pushcart vendors, farmers,
Workers, drivers,
Those who sleep in the early hours,
Nay, not those, I say,
They would be dead,
For what were they but mere soldiers too?
Mourn, and move on,
Make way for the real oppressors,
Generals, feudal, mayors, tycoons,

And I say, you are all oppressors,
For I am a woman, and you,
Mere mortals!