What happened to the cannon fire
And to the guns with bayonets?
What happened to the cavalry
And to the soldiers with straight backs?
What happened to the officer
Who had overseen their training?
What happened to the drummer boy
Who kept the troops marching steady?
The cannons changed into grenades
And guns became automatic.
Horses were traded in for tanks
And our soldiers came home a wreck.
The officer is dead and gone
Replaced by a carbon copy.
And what use is music to them?
All they can hear are hearts pounding.
War has changed in so many ways
But there are some things I still know:
Glory was never an aspect
Of it and neither was honor.
Instead war is comprised of blood,
Tears, fallen comrades and lost years.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
What happened to the cannon fire
And to the guns with bayonets?
What happened to the cavalry
And to the soldiers with straight backs?
What happened to the officer
Who had overseen their training?
What happened to the drummer boy
Who kept the troops marching steady?
The cannons changed into grenades
And guns became automatic.
Horses were traded in for tanks
And our soldiers came home a wreck.
The officer is dead and gone
Replaced by a carbon copy.
And what use is music to them?
All they can hear are hearts pounding.
War has changed in so many ways
But there are some things I still know:
Glory was never an aspect
Of it and neither was honor.
Instead war is comprised of blood,
Tears, fallen comrades and lost years.
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