Carnage

Sing to your sisters, your brothers are dead The army retreated, the soldiers have fled The carca*s of nations lies out on the plain For many to question but none to explain Such carnage, destruction They came in their thousands, to die for belief In a guardian of freedom, once branded a thief Led to their slaughter, to fight for their wife Trapped by a system that demands only life Such carnage, destruction The corpses are buried the day may yet come When man reaps the land with a plough not a gun The sorrow of millions will be buried with them That demanded the death not the life of those men Such carnage, destruction