• War is Ne'er Kind


    Weep not sweet maiden though war is unkind,
    Though it leaves many wounded, dead or blind,
    Though it breaks heart and soul, leaving only despair,
    At least you can be grateful that you are not there.
    War is never kind

    The cry of a thousand as the battle begins,
    Murder will be considered their greatest of sins,
    Still they press onward to the frontlines of war,
    A bloodlust they feel, like never before.
    This is only the beginning

    "Stir not my child," a mother sighed,
    Your father has gone, most likely he died,
    But he died with a reason, he died without fear,
    He died knowing the gates of heaven were near.
    War is not thine

    Triumphant the banner is raised the battle is done,
    All men stand together side by side as one,
    But what has this won but a victory for naught,
    This will only leave more families crying, distraught.
    And so it ends

    People who's hearts, are rent and torn
    People who have gone, to the battlefields to mourn,
    All drop a silent tear, for the brave souls who gave their lives here,
    Now angels, still heroes, they died without fear.
    All others stand down, this war is mine