Of Young Men Who March To War

Of the young men who march to wars,

Of the young men who march to wars,

Face the bullets and bite dust,

Face the bullets and bite dust,

Wars dust the men who face

The bite of the young bullets

Men return maimed, bones broken by,

Men return maimed, bones broken by,

And mind in chains of hidden guilt,

And mind in chains of hidden guilt,

Men return in hidden chains of mind,

Broken and maimed by guilt...

No light, No mourning reach the dead

No light, No mourning reach the dead

Widows and orphans left at streets

Widows and orphans left at streets

Widows light the left of dead, and

Orphans mourning at streets.

Bones left of the dead,

March to the chains of dust,

Broken Bullets face the guilt,

In the hidden streets of war,

No light, dust reach young orphans

And widows mourning at men.