In the stony moonlight
Lie hills and fields on every side
white and bald as eggs
and in the fallow fields between them
buried deep beneath them
Lie skulls and bony arms and legs
where they fell is where they all were laid
in sunken holes marking unknown graves
with tattered bits of their uniforms
rusting rifles, rotted wood stocks worn
with no evidence of flesh left torn
by the bullets paths, each slug adorns
all that remains. cold and forlorn…
Nameless… all lost, no one comes to mourn
no one comes to mourn
where they lie is unknown
But one can hear their battle cries
when the howling winds are blown
through this valley now their home.
all the reasons why they battled
charging fierce as sabers rattled’
over long abandoned hassles
from some leaders Psychobabble
can no longer be unraveled
and their precious souls that traveled
to their just rewards care not
for their tumbled bones
left far from their homes
just to crumble into rot
They have moved beyond the wrath of hate
They left all their sorrows at heaven's gate
far from earth’s cruel wars they celebrate
No bitter memories fill their plates
God granted peace to those who fell
erasing all the terrible Hells
of killing men while under orders
for dictators expanding borders
for Leaders boosting economies
for the greed and lust of one man’s needs
to rule the world while others bleed
while others bleed and die.....
war is unjust it plants its seeds
where nothing grows except men’s bones
in desolate spots that fail to warn
each generation that is born
that war is not the path to peace
That peaceful path comes when wars cease
yet still men kill and so they will
they never seem to get their fill
Perhaps that’s how the world will end
endless sunken graves no one can tend
no one left to mourn, each one condemned
to the whims of a madman cruelly bent
on eradicating the human race
from everywhere across the face
of earth that someday just might be
Mankind’s coffin for eternity
but we’ll all move beyond the wrath of hate
leaving all their sorrows at heaven's gate
far from earth’s cruel wars on some nearing date
we must strive for peace cause it's getting late
we must strive for peace cause it's getting late
we must strive for peace cause it's getting late
it's getting late.....................................
Intricately Dark Music Composed &
Played by-Ingvar Tautra- ©-2021
Vocals & Lyrics Sung & Written by-
Matthew F. Blowers III-- ©-2021
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Photo by- Rein Rackleff-Unsplash.com
