Gods of War

Another day, another life, Another victim to eternal strife. To the altar of hate and vice, Lay them down in sacrifice. Ideals, dreams, wishes, hopes, We teach our children of life’s ropes. So one day they won’t think twice, As we lay them down in sacrifice. Take their dreams, take their lives, Reduce them to their primal drives. So one day, in fields of rice, They’ll kill each other in sacrifice. The gods of war call, As warriors rage and fall. The banners fly high and tall, As names are etched on a wall. Bravely they storm up a hill, Warriors made from society’s mill, Here they find the truth of life, In a nation’s hell-spawned strife. Bullets whiz and mortars scream, In a song from the devil’s dream, As they climb, so they fall, In sacrifice to their nation’s call. Trenches gutted with fire and hate, Up they go, to men’s fate, As men die, falling down the hill, Trenches below slowly fill. The gods of war call, As warriors rage and fall. The banners fly high and tall, As names are etched on a wall. The hill is taken one more time, But, in the slaughter, there is no crime. For we taught our children, once so nice, To lay themselves down in sacrifice. The bugle plays taps above the wail, Of people in grief, now so pale. Politicians again roll the dice, To see who is called for sacrifice. The gods of war call, As warriors rage and fall. The banners fly high and tall, As names are etched on a wall.