Wars.

That since steam engines roll over me and wipe away the sorrow
A sergeant major son ditched the war and flew away for tomorrow
Ditched in trenches where the frontline fanatics shoot and scream
Cathedrals light up the city where once saw bodies float down the stream
With a Boeing 52 bomber plane, another USA pilot gets ready and fires
For thou art mine father we shall pray for the past, present, and desires
Graveyards crying and healing the grief that no person should witness
The daffodils sprout beside our men and women of the war torn fittest
That in forth of remembrance for all times to come we shall never falter
Briefed by the historical destruction landing within our soul's tower
Despised with atrocity taking a seat as if it were only a life saved
Churches burned with the worshipers beside Holy Christ himself who gave
The crucifixion of life deepens in despair when losing another child
Teenagers signing up for ak47s just in case another bullet is fired
Bodies failing with flowing blood into the killing fields of death
World wars start with the anger and greed of taking on every one's mess
Buildings burn and old people jump over walls to escape the barricades 
Concentrating on camps filled with the shadows from people of all yesterdays
Wrapped in nothing looking like walking pencils, there must be other ways
Tanks are exploding when soldiers fight for their land of hope and glory
Grandad's sit back to watch missiles fired and telling us another story
Rivers red with blood floating beside the drowning terror of peoples dreams
A force of a fighter holding it together when calling in the backup teams
Flattened countries turn to dust and finding the streets where people died
Where children ponder over mummy and daddy, dear God with teary eyes
Battling blown up bridges in two for army boys who never saw the light of day
Broken bones with bandaged heads so help us, Lord, to find us another way
Dictated to with horror on the horizon where the sun seems to die as well
There the land stood still as music plays Tchaikovsky upon a fairy-tale hill
Death parked in corners of the places where a million or six were gassed
History takes a great pounding and time catches up with killings from the past
So we lay before the altar of our wisdom and beg for all these wars to stop
Before we know it another war started with more and more men ready to drop.