Aug 8, 2017
Never-ending (Fields of War)
The fields of war are stained with red Roses growing from hollow heads, The stench will make your stomach churn. When will we soldiers ever learn To properly bury the dead?
Our crimson tributaries fled To flood the broken riverbed, Beyond the reeds one can discern The fields of war.
Once upon a time, I heard said The bride donned black when she was wed– Up came Johnny groom’s G.I. turn, The blasted draft card wouldn’t burn. No marriage bed, there lay instead The fields of war.
