Monsters of Men

Hearts of stone and minds of steel,
Watch the ravens cry and wheel.
Hear the wounded’s desperate cries,
Smell the death ‘neath crimson skies.
Bombed out buildings, smoke and fire,
Splintered shell and razor wire.
Broken bodies all around,
Blood bright red on smoke-black ground.
Grating metal, clicking gears,
Born of man’s most fatal fears.
Grief and anger, burning hate,
The gaping maw of hell’s dark gate.
Live man’s horror, dead man’s stare,
Only numbers, no-one cares.
Peace is nothing, love a dream,
Drowned out by the firebomb’s scream.
On and on, time and again,
Making monsters out of men.

The End

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