I do believe
Before the war
There were no men
Not forty score
To live and die
Right by your feet
For soon demise
They'd surely meet
They'd go on living normal lives
A house and kids; Their loving wives
No grit and dirt
No blood or scars
Just coming home
In brand new cars
They'd love their wives
With all their heart
No fear of death
In till we part
But so it was
Their numbers called
And friends did die
Their wives appalled
The picture that
Was drawn for them
Was not their husband
No home for men
The face was gritty
Blood caked on heads
And here were they
With comfy beds
They took their lives
Their friends respect
All war is just
What won't expect
Now men rush in
When that age comes
When testosterone IS
What the heart pumps
They'll get Much tougher
The friends, they'll meet
Will say they're invincible
Just can't be beat
They went ahead
And joined the cause
Came home in bags
All wrapped in gauze
But boys still go
And waste their life
For something when
They get a knife
Our culture breeds
Such warrior men
But no one knows
A bullet that mends
No comments:
Post a Comment