War
A young man running across heather and grass,
Fighting for his country, fighting for his freedom.
Axe through the head -
Stosh!
A young man riding across fields and streams,
Fighting for honour, fighting for glory.
Sabre through the heart -
Gish!
A young man struggling through mud and mire,
Fighting tyranny, fighting evil.
Bullet through the chest -
Pow!
Men, women and children sleeping soundly,
sleeping soundly.
Bomb through the ceiling -
Crash.
No more causes, no more honour,
just hungry graves.
Filled with pointless silence.