-D'ya know what I just realized?

-Hm



He ain't thick, its just a trick



-Ya that's good

-Hm

-Should we uhh play the whole lot now?



Their arms have been steel

Their blood, the oil of machinery

Their bodies are the ballast of war

Their souls are the blast of it

The power, the trickle of hope

The dreamy eyed bodies of lost time



Too many to respect

Too many to feel

Too many to know

Too many to remember



The distorted and the burnt

And the scarred

And the torn

And the squashed

And the cut

And the forgotten



Body, and flesh, and energy

The last makings of the future

Upon green banks of unseen battlefields

How quaint a tribute to such savage slaughter

Those young boys have been denied 

The chance to realize and to become

They, too might have been standing here

I carry these bodies from the poppy fields

I lay them before you

Is this shame that you, too shall rot