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