Bloodstained Uniforms

Friend, I see your eyes,
Full of regret and pain;
‘Tis the scar of war,
A ruler’s game of chess;

Your ‘form is stained with death,
Mine with your own as well,
It shows the pain of all
That form the mighty hands;

Although it seems so odd,
I feel you are myself;
All I can say is that
I find the best at end;

This dirt has taught me true
Of how we fight as one;
It says that we are right,
And still, our kings smirk broad;

Let blood flow on for life,
For sons of those who live;
Let two deaths build the Earth,
Mankind’s own calm domain;