A man who fell, at battle\'s break
Knew not the devil as a snake
For twas was another man, who thee
Did pass a bullet through the body of he
Once he fell, upon the wet, sodden ground
Nothing felt, nothing heard, no, not a sound
The last light of day he saw
As his lifeless body, lay upon the floor
A soldier he was, sent by men of old
Cowardly, bitter and full of remorseless cold
They sat upon their ivory tower
Holding his life and death, within their power.
The enemy who could easily have been a brother
Once a child too, just from someone else\'s mother
Only the pain of that dreaded, awful word
Now this soldier\'s mother will have to have heard.
\'\'I\'m sorry ma\'am for your son was killed\'\'
But how could that be, for he was so skilled
He was a painter, always funny and kind
Again, the world has lost, another brilliant mind.
The sun has set on the men that fell
The survivors now live, in a permanent form of hell
The world has been ravaged beyond compare
The sorrow and misery caused that can never repair.