Sacred Actions Holy Ground

Sacred Actions Holy Ground And so they went to war on the Holy Mountain Filling the mountain and themselves full of holes They died in brave terrifying crazy stupid ways As is always the way in total ing war The red mountain soil stained even redder by their blood Both American and Japanese soaking Mt Mataba bloody red Dead soldiers littering the ground a wild wrong willful harvest Peaceful in death in a way their leaders would never know They died in certain ways created by ingenious humans and the Devil: A mortar shell hit a box of phosphorous grenades and several fell into a foxhole Igniting and burning an American soldier to a blackened crisp One of the many wounded Japanese soldiers still resisted With only his life to lose his torso torn virtually in two A Yankee General went to the lines to see the action And was shot dead thru his skull a top banana kill A Jap manned a heavy machine gun his leg blown off at the knee Finally silenced by a bullet with his name on it This is how they fought for and on the Holy Mountain Its sacred soil touched by actions and death and ghosts Now forgotten by all but me and their God who remains silent Was it worth it in the judgment of the karma scales? If only I could see their deeds and talk to the ghosts In a pointless war that was all for what?