Killing Fields

This war is a lie

Judge the righteous from their place on high

But I wonder who they'd blame

If their ivory towers were set aflame

And how did it seem

While we lived through it

City's burning in a fiery pit

We March across the killing fields

We set the laws with swords and shield

Our funeral pyres light up the sky

We send our children off to die

Treacherous paths we walk alone

Our hands and hearts have turned to stone

These are the chances that we take

The sacrifices we must make

Now a shaky hand

Brings the news from a far off land

This man they cut him down

Spilled his blood on foreign ground

His loss should be a sign

Of valor to those left behind

The end the letter read

I'm sorry ma'am but your son is dead