The king loudly calls for war,
Dreams of riches, power, and more.
Laughing, he sends his men away,
Into the distance, to death’s cold sway.
In foreign lands, man fights with man,
Where friendship otherwise could span.
War laughs as it sweeps the land,
Bringing sorrow, tears, and death’s cold hand.
Struck down, the son lies by the way,
He fell for the fatherland, they say.
At home, the mother’s heart does break,
For the unthinkable grief she must take.
Steel sings, the soul does shatter,
When the rich grow richer, nothing else matters.
And the earth swallows countless tears,
As the silent dead confirm our fears …