The battlefields long ago,
Bore the bodies of many men.
They held their barrels high.
The light glinted off the cruel bayonets.
Oh, age has come and brought me fifteen years
And perhaps with it,
Joy will come too.
Youth still dances with these years
There are angels,
Not in heaven,
But on Earth.
They watch over the children they dearly love
Frozen buds are born into the world of blood and hate
They fall day by day
Caught up in the storm of rages.
Young lives are wrecked
Places where people or objects should be
Empty and deserted
Places devoid of life
In her pen she lies in wait
A fluster of feathers and feet surround her
Every small beady eye glistens with hope and fear
As they swivel in their sockets
Soldier, Soldier, born for war
Shoots a man and kills more and more
Soldier, soldier, a man with steel,
Born to kill, born to die.