Politicians work day and night,
And force you to do "What's right"
And Although they don't care,
About what is at all fair.
Front lines field,
Is about to yield,
The greatest war,
And what for?
For power or Glory?
Let me tell you a story...
A legend is told,
But this one is old,
About the uselessness of war,
And again, what for?
For just these lines,
Told in those times,
Although this is not boredom,
Dulce et Decorum,
Four words will end the glory,
Est Pro Patria Mori...
I was there,
Sniffing the air,
When I quit,
The general spit:
"What do you mean Leave?!"
The old man grieves,
"I find no usefulness here
Tell me a reason and I'll hear
You all out."
And almost at once, the general shouts,
"For your country you slug,
Your country you thug,
Nothing else so if you desire,
To live your life next to a dryer!"
"At least then I would be alive!!"
"Sure, sure, now go... Go drive."
Curses heard,
Parting at word,
As about three hundred,
Soldiers stood up and plundered,
After me,
To succeed,
In the war of life,
Not wanting to thrife...
Children, wives and what is more,
Are welcomed with a surprise at their door,
"You're back!!" "You're here!!!"
Are heard with smear,
As she stands right there saying:
"I knew you would come, you will be staying..."
Or will I...
