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Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind, Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above [...]

There’s a soul in the Eternal, Standing stiff before the King. There’s a little English maiden Sorrowing. There’s a proud and tearless woman, Seeing pictures in the fire. There’s a broken battered body On the wire.

I can’t believe this has happened, I can’t believe this is true, So many families’s torn apart, so many life’s destroyed, So much violence, too much pain, So much hatred, but who do we blame, But what do we do, what do we say, We can’t change anything, it all stay’s the same, So many [...]

When I’m killed, don’t think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With the Intolerable Good. And there’s one thing that I know well, I’m damned if I’ll be damned to Hell! So when I’m killed, don’t wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, [...]

“When there is Peace our land no more Will be the land we knew of yore.” Thus do our facile seers foretell The truth that none can buy or see And e’en the wisest must ignore. When we have bled at every pore, Shall we still strive for gear and store? Will it be Heaven? [...]