When a nation goes to war,
Sending troops to distant shore,
Fighting, though it’s leaders lie,
As its best and brightest die.
Struggle in a foreign land,
At their masters’ dark commands,
Wading through a field of death,
Wasted is their final breath.
Terrible as it may be,
With each soldier’s dying scream,
Though I will not say there can’t,
Be sacrifice significant.