"What a waste of precious life"

Ghosts of silence
Kneel down to pray and say
Where is the world of yesterday?

Where men of steel
Stood proud upon the hill
To fight the infidel,

Who came his way
With beating drums
And sabers drawn.

Years later, fear fills the air
Guns splattering
Tracer bullets everywhere,

He next to me
A marionette pirouetting
Waltzing a Sarabande,

Lies dying
While whispering
His last prayer,

"Lord of death
You web of gloom
In filthy darkness,

Sing a song
To let my family know
I love them so".

Now, no time
For men of steel
To kneel and pray

Upon the hills
Where the dreaded light ignites
A million men.

The mushroom cloud ascends.
Mommy, "See the funny rain falling down"
O-no my child,

"What you see
Are fragments of men
Come home to tell us
War – What a waste of precious life”