Forth streaming on fields of battle Men go forth to serve false lords To be slaughtered like willing cattle Oh when will they sever oppressions cords? Brother against brother to battle rises Swords, guns its all the same At the end tin medals given as prizes reward for fellow humans being maimed And at the end in one million years Grand monuments to futility anywhere? No, the planet just rolls on with no fears Does a universe so vast about such things really care? Planets continue their orbits as before Futile killing cannot affect theirs ways Let's end wars futile bloody chore Then maybe we will ourselves at least amaze!
