Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence. We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our birth were we aware of it. We never asked for war, nor in the struggle to realisation did we feel there was a need for it. We never asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood were we conscious of its darkness.
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life, your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice. Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood, your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had. You never wanted peace or solution, from the start you lusted after war and destruction. Your blood-soaked reason ruled out other choices, your mockery gagged more moderate voices. So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought.