Great leaders, in their wisdom, should don the uniform and braid,
March to the front line, go to battle, lead the glory charge,
With their sons and daughters by their side, steady, ready, staid,
Usher in the battle fray, lead onslaught beyond the battle marge.

But alas, authority drops out of sight, cowards, hiding in their storied towers,
Sending youngsters they've ne'er known, to the eastern front,
Trumpeting war, so selfishly warranted, less regard for treasured flowers,
Fiercely touting patriots, salute the flag, telling wanton lies, greed parlays the hunt.

There is no glory in death, only stench and stink and rot,
Dead soldiers lay departed, in war's bloodied tangled mess,
Haunted souls, make the lonesome journey, to where they finally got,
So true, corroded blue, this reckless stew, where patrons must confess.

Reciting biting poetry, that rips the guts out, bleeds the heart, tears at the very soul,
Tell it as it really is, war is hell, war is hell, hellish war, reeking of that horrid smell,
Crouching by the wayside like a raging tiger, ripping mortal parts from the wounded whole,
Grips its prey without remorse, crazed by that relished flesh, war is hell, war is hell, war is hell.

Stripping men and countryside of all worthy marks and cause,
Leaving remorseful tales, forsaken bloated corpse, where ragged armies fell,
Remark their gruesome tale, as yon battle fakes a momentary pause,
Still, dead and wounded lay penitent, war is hell, war is hell, war is hell.

Castled in their ivory towers, gloating mongers raise crystal to their evil cause,
Idolatry, worship gold and riches, hording stolen wealth, kept safe beyond war's peril,
While in the field of battle, children die, hacked by heartless bombs that seldom pause,
Distant godless men in charge, fortress, away from danger, like rabid dogs gone feral.

Oh good greatness! How doth peaceful love e'er resolve this ghastly conflict?
Battle calls bugle in the charge, in the shadows still old glory waves, blameless innocence fell,
Can't folk see how senseless is the matter, same in the end, always earning cruel verdict?
Grave warriors mark the bloodied dell, lamenting as the setting sun, war is hell, all war is hell.

God forgive me! I impeach aristocracy, blue bloods cloaked with their rank cupidity,
Purloining, pilfering, surreptitiously thieving, embezzling earth's riches and her wealth,
Kings and captains, in their buttressed towers, relying on fear tactics and stupidity,
Knowing power shores up their station, war bears their strength and stealth.

Life depends on mother earth, good men understand that truth,
Elitists shun the word of God, make light of earth's renown,
Authority, mastery, domination, their battle plans uncouth,
Camel through the needle's eye, they'll ne'er don Christ's sacred crown.