• Brought on order,
    Brought by force,
    Brought by anger,
    And by remorse.

    Peace is unknown,
    Hearts are like stones,
    Visions are scarred,
    And scarred visions die hard.

    Forced to fight,
    Forced to fear,
    Forced to hate,
    And forced to tear

    Ordered to break,
    Made to kill,
    Told to take,
    Other’s lives away.

    Not allowed to stop,
    Not allowed to fear,
    Not allowed to drop,
    Has to keep himself alive,
    And make his country proud.

    What always left the soldier to wonder,
    Was, wasn’t this a way to blunder?
    Killing is not the ticket to pride,
    It’s only the memory of someone that died,
    Will this brutal way of gaining ever change?