We had evidence and no doubt
I had seen birth and d**h
The births were bitter agony
To follow, d**h...only your own
Not wanting truthfully to go
Mocked, they cried coward, onwards
Over the top...we'll wait for you
But no one returns from a grave
Those that did return maimed and bled
Truth in their wounds from slaughter
Coming back for a medal...obscene
Worldwide evidence for all to know
Now rotted and in heaven...thank god