They battled out with valour,
Young men for freedom fought,
To save our land they screamed out death,
Midst fields of blood and gore.

The shattered dead lay torn and red,
Extinguished life cast out,
Wounded, pulp-stained, groaning heaps,
Splattered all about.

Adrenaline, fear-fuelled torsos,
With shot and stab and blast,
Create widows, orphans instantaneous,
No future now, just past.

In the name of freedom, wars are fought,
Too many lives are lost,
What freedom is in evidence hence,
To justify such cost?