Carnage

<br>Sing to your sisters, your brothers are dead<br>The army retreated, the soldiers have fled<br>The carcass of nations lies out on the plain<br>For many to question but none to explain<br><br>Such carnage, destruction<br><br>They came in their thousands, to die for belief<br>In a guardian of freedom, once branded a thief<br>Led to their slaughter, to fight for their wife<br>Trapped by a system that demands only life<br><br>Such carnage, destruction<br><br>The corpses are buried the day may yet come<br>When man reaps the land with a plough not a gun<br>The sorrow of millions will be buried with them<br>That demanded the death not the life of those men<br><br>Such carnage, destruction