The heat of the summer’s day
let there be no war
I pray

King, priest and squire
let there be a war
look up to the spire

The chime of the bells tell
there is war
join the ranks as in a swell

The family is in tears
come back from the war
do not fret they will keep me in the rear

The cloth of wool does itch
off to war
the trip to France went without a hitch

This is a hole, that is mud, there is your trench
how could this be war
only rats and a deadly stench

A volcanic eruption of fear
how long is this war to be
I can not die alone here

I want out
how can we win this war
I want to scream it out loud

War is Raw

The last straw for us all…… Forlorn Hope
 
May 2015