Load the cannons, set the mines,
come on soldiers, not so slow.
In formation, form some lines.
Come on soldiers, go go go!
Medic! Medic! I’ve lost my leg.
Please come help me, I might just beg.
Bind it, sow it, just fix it quick
this waiting is making me completely sick.
Son, you are under a lot of pain
there is no way that I can block this vane.
Sooner than later you’re going to bleed to death,
if you want to say something, this may be your last breath.
I only wanted to make a change,
to do some good for the human race
and now, my efforts meant nothing
and still I was put through all this suffering.
But you did make a change,
you offered your life for your nation,
from training to the shooting range,
boot camp and the war sensation.
The pain, the sorrow of that one soul,
mortified by the hardship of war,
for all these soldiers have just one goal
and that is to sacrifice a life on the line
of a soldier being drenched in blood, divine.
To ****, to die, to lie to thy,
a soldier sigh, and asks us why,
a woman cry, for her husband lie
in a trench… never did he say goodbye.