it permeates the very land we stand on.
the rat-at-tat-tat of machine guns
the slick click and tick
of the lock in time with the clock
tick tock bang.
how to justify war?
why take lives for lives for lives for lives for lives
'such a waste' to see
men lying gutted in the fields drowning in blood and bile
missing eyes arms ears legs tongues
bodies used for camouflage
rancid corpses become a safe new skin
gas froths the mouth rolls the eyes corrupts the lungs
blue blooded generals cheer and glug wines
'j o ll y goo d sh o w! (what a w aste tho ugh)
su ch a fabulous b attl e!'
ted are they it could be a disorder.
Bitterly the murdering cannons do ring
And still of g l o r y and h o n o r ruddy majors sing.