Brass buttons sparkle brightly
Like the eyes of many young
Pewter medals gleam
Under a Passchendaele sun.
Please say hello to carnage
The Somme is the choice today
Look at the artificial limbs
Glass eyes and prayers that say.
Dear Lord bless with your power
Each and every killing machine
We will lose a generation
Hide the mess behind closed doors
Sell poppies by the millions
Nature will cover the Earths scars.
Except for people without faces
Shell shocked, blind or driven insane
Ignored by each and every government
Museum visitors..war is real !