I really want to know. In mortal conscience bled A year of imagined blood shed Filling your head. Soldiers saw buddies like flowers fall Soldiers of war retreated into deadened pall Becoming too used to the killing, To the fevered jungle chilling. Making men suddenly hit the dirt, Doomed forever to live in a world of hurt. This then my brother is known of war And will be forevermore.
War obliterates all life s erstwhile goals.
In our hearts war woe doles, War lingers in our minds in foul constancy arose. War forevermore decays spent souls.