154 – The Sons Of War
Our sons were given guns and knives
We thought the world they’d save
But they were just like picks and shovels
To dig out their own graves.
We sent our sons to war
And brought back their remains.
And the ones who came back living
Had their minds still wrapped in chains.
But now the war is over
And some have come back home.
But what happened to the others
I fear we may never know.