DREAMWRECKER
I'll spin you a yarn
Another face of glory
Of men who have died
Bodies torn, mangled and gory
Of young men, nay children
Their loves left behind
Of wounds to their bodies
Pain to their mind
No rhyme or reason
Nations continue the slaughter
To be continued tomorrow
With a new son or daughter
Their agony and terror
Suffering all season
Life full of nightmares
Pain without reason