Hardened troops
Step over the dead
Who wear new uniforms
Cannon fodder its said
Sent in first
Young and naive
To pave the way
For those who have seen.
The horror and death
Covered by summer dust
That marks swollen faces
In wars rabid lust
Sons of a million
Mothers and more
Who wipe falling tears
Asking what is it for ?
The insects and rats
Settle to feast
Upon the young corpses
Who died for peace
But what is war
If not a broad lie
Of mans insanity
Reason to defy.