Hand forced to dispense the end
Orders of ruined amends
Longed for something ideal
Warfare becoming too real
Carried away by the stream
Dying for other men's dreams
Blood laid out for the course
Attaining heaven by force
Can you hear it?
Above gunfire?
A mournful gospel sung by mortars
Can you see it?
Through their smoke?
My elegy written in dirt
Cannon fodder pounds the gate
Death that need not have been
Smothered wails through carbine
Martial music guides no one home
Hear my call
Burn it all
