The night is violated
With the vowels of anguish
Lamenters denouncing
God given horrors
No man made honor
In carrying out death’s decree
Across the sea
Children going to see
What it means to be
A killer
Now wounded
Now cut down
Now see their tragedy
Slipping in the gore
And insanity
Of our society
They say it is just
A noble cause
I say it is vile
And founded on fraud
The fields now reap
The bloodiest of crops
Now the green sleeps
Beneath the crimson cloths
And the cost
Becomes a mystery
Accounts in history
Debts never truly paid
And the citizens
Get played