Shinning uniforms worn by handsome boys and pretty girls
Fancy weapons with shock and delusional power
Thus they lull the young and innocent
Body bags carry the dead back home with flag on top
The survived ones with broken body and soul
Same face, same name, innocence lost
And the shinning flag waver high
With slogans of honor and glory keep lulling the new child
To the killing of others and themselves
As the buzzard staring down and the worms looking up
As Death busying collecting
The folly of mankind.