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The Aftermath

Silently to silence fall 
In the fields of futile war 
Toys of death are spitting lead 
Where boys that were our soldiers bled 
war horse and war machine 

Curse the name of liberty 
Marching on as if they should 
Mix in the dirt our brothers' blood 

In the mud and rain 
What are we fighting for 
Is it worth the pain is it worth dying for 
Who will take the blame 
Why did they make a war 
Questions that come again 
Should we be fighting at all 

Once a ploughman hitched his team 
Here he sowed his little dream 
Now bodies arms and legs are strewn 
Where mustard gas and barbwire bloom 
Each moment's like a year 
I've nothing left inside for tears 
Comrades dead or dying lie 
I'm left alone asking why 

After the war 
Left feeling no one has won 
After the war 
What does a soldier become