16 April 2012
War, the muddy hell Where thousands bled and thousands fell Going as men returning as ghosts As weary as death they return from their posts
How many a young man has set fourth to that place With a jolly laugh and a smile on his face Only to return bruised, battered, broken As if from some dream they have woken
The guns fire the blood pours Do you really believe in the cause? That hundreds die for every day Could you make the pain go away?
You could make the bold decision not to fight or take up the mission That hundreds die for every day You COULD make the pain go away
A Poem About War • Opuss № I