Congress has not declared a single war
since 1947. Our drafted troops
that die on foreign soil have died like men
-- But they died for the United Nations that loves not
God, nor his kin.
War is violence come uncapped;
The winners are always few.
"Up and over boys," on the orders flew.
"Up and over boys," as the guns begin to
War Must Have Its Fatal Laugh
And braided officers upbraid the brave
"Go dig us offsirs a hole, me boys.
Wish we had enough time for yours."
You can call them heroes, son
and decorate them servers with
bright tin badges of shiny sin
"Served in drenching rain and burnen
But when the war drum tats its last
If your boy doesn't come trotting home
Then the victries of war unfold;
Death haf took its mouldering tole.
Purely worse were the craving vices
hid by those handy on the guiding
"I tell you it was a glorious fight you
march, ye heathen, MARCH!
Ignore your bloody pains."
O, we're fighting for DeeMockracy
"Don't," says I, "Go," says you.
History says Noah opened up the Ark
and off the dovey flew.
BirdBrain? Maybe so, but,
drafted to a duty flore,
The little dove is gone
and comes it back no more.
The wurld is now safe for
men once more.