The Listening Post

If I listen close I can hear the gasp, another soldier the sound his last. If I listen close I can hear the cries, another soldier lost his eyes. If I listen close I can hear the thud, another brave heart the bloody mud. If I listen close I can hear the hiss, the bullet's whine the bullet's kiss. If I listen close I can hear the tears, a young man lost his mother's fears. If I listen close I can hear the young, I want my Daddy leaves their tongue. If I listen close I can hear the crack. of twenty one guns echoing back.