Does Heaven have a place
For lifeless limbs of war
Scattered on the battlefield
Does Heaven have a door ?
In which to welcome
Those torn twisted limbs
Of soldiers now home
Where the real torture begins.
Do those limbs have a soul
Or was it wrenched away
In the act of such violence
While chaplains they pray ?
Does Heaven have a heart
That beats monotone
Those poor, poor limbs
Does Heaven have a soul ?