the war dead

The war dead

The long lost years

The names immortalized on walls

As other soldiers bow and cry

The loved ones knocked heads

Friends, neighbours and comrades too

They come to remember the war dead

Once they lived how they fought and died

On a land so far away from home

They fought battles on political differences

The tragic deaths ringing through the years

Why we wasted our lives for nothing?

It will not be the last battle

It is still fighting to this century

Many will perish on the foreign land

Of political or religious differences

The war dead

The long lost years

It will not be the last battle

It is still fighting to this century