Politicians sent our sons

Thundering across historic lands

They administered death

With bullets and blood and guns

And by the deeds that by them were done

Anger was what was formed

Hopes of peace have now been lost

With the souls as the warriors fall

A time to reflect is a time to mourn

As the killing goes on more and more

Win hearts and minds was the call

But the guns still roar as our heroes fall

Mothers still cry for the sons they birthed

As they lay them to rest under foreign soil