It is not the same as we thought it was.
War was to be for honor
But has now been turned to shame.
All that glitters is not of gold.
We all thought you were of gold
But your glitter was like the splinters of glass,
Sparkling beautifully in the intense sunshine
But passes pouring blood when touched
From the deep cuts that you inflicted
Upon the very soul of humanity.
Once it is chosen and awakened on the earth
It grows into rivers of endless blood
At the very lands that you walk through.
From the very depths of Hell itself,
You brought forth fire to burn unceasing,
Destroying the cities without end.
You were always so quick to kill,
Especially those that were the young and old.
We marched out brave and proud
In pageantry and uniforms of such beauty.
Only a handful of the broken ever came back.
We can now only hold our heads down in shame
As the dying, the lame, those torn apart,
Look at us with accusing eyes closing in death.
Even the screams of the children are drowned out
By the howls of your insane laughter.
As you devour all that there is
With your incessant appetite for obliteration,
We can only now wait for our own end.