Tell me more about the war

I said to my Dad

You don't want to know my son

And I won’t tell you more

Just to say it made me sad

Sad right to the core

Tell me Dad, were you brave

When you went to fight

I told you son, I will not tell

Many men died, they're lives they gave

Fighting for what was right

Fighting in a living hell

But tell me Dad, did you kill

The enemy that you saw

Did you stab them with a bayonet?

Did you go over the hill?

Were your hands and feet red raw?

Did you cry and fret

Sure, we would cry and we would laugh

For wars a funny thing

You kill a man you do not know

You cut him clean in half

But death is something you do not sing

, boast, cry, or crow

War is futile and has no point

No future for mankind

It brings out the animal in us all

Jesus, his enemies' feet he'd anoint

For he was gentle and kind

Do you understand my son; do you get it all?

This earth is only lent to us

We cannot own it all

For we are tenants to a man

No matter how we curse and cuss

Or how many men fall

We must guard it as best we can

The future must rely on us now

And what actions we may take

We alone have the choice

Of what we do and how

We only have what we make

So let’s make it good, somehow

© Tony Channing 2006