I am -
	Walking in a field of stones
		Among the Dead
	Treading lightly on the bones
		Of those who led
	The innocents to war,
	Promising great wealth and glory
	But giving only blood and gory
		Dying
	While they continued lying
	And women kept on crying
	And the children kept on starving
	And the earth kept on revolving.  

And I'm sure
	We have seen it all before;
		Seas of blood
	Lapping redly on the shore,
		Swords in mud
	Broken to the hilt - 
	But polished once and sharpened gladly
	Yelling victory!  Charging madly
		Dying
	As the cannons kept on blasting
	And the carrion birds kept feasting
	And hatred kept on surging
	And the earth kept on revolving.  

And I'm sure
	We will see it all again
		This tragic play
	The sickened souls of stunted men
		Who lead, to prey
	And lash their lands to war and
		Dying
	While they continue boasting 
	And soldiers keep on marching
	And women keep on crying
	And children keep on dying
	And the earth keeps on revolving.