The heavenly stars were shining
The celestial moon was bright
The earth was churned and ravaged
Dead bodies lay rotting in sight
The trees that once had beauty
With blossom that brightly shone
Now stand torn and splintered
Signs of love and peace have all gone
The cries of torn men and horses
Are silenced by mornings deep frost
These brave young men and chargers
Sacrificed not heeding of cost
Just boys who had a poor future
When times were terribly hard
Had to take what life delt them
With minds and psyche badly scared
You see them on the streets daily
Mutilated and tapping white stick
With minds and body's broken
No one cares for the the pain of the sick
Some sit on cold wet curb stones
Their bright shining medels on view
They ask were my eyes really worth it
Whilst begging a copper or two
The dear sweetharts they departed
From them love does no longer stem
They left proud strong and handsom
They returned just shadows of men
A hundred years have now departed
It was the war to end all future wars
Man hasen't yet learnt a lesson for living
Always picking and openingold scores.