• What exactly are we fighting for?
    What of those who died?
    And all the ones they left behind
    And all of those who cried?
    Then all the memories that fade away
    As time begins to pass.
    The children who now chose to die
    Will be remembered last.
    Gunfire, trenches, bombs, dust.
    The toll of the dead shall soon be rung.
    Until the tired voices rise,
    Let the war songs be unsung.