(This was written out of sheer boredom, as well as sudden inspiration from joel. Thank you ah kit!)
nobody could count the youths
who paid their lives for the country
to count longer days
The lad held her hand and whispered in her ear
What sorry words she dread to hear
That through the snow the wind and rain
He’d probably never see her again
Torrents of tears flowed fast and free
While crowds cheered on and screamed with glee
That these brave young men would go forth and fight
That young girl’s cry shattered the night
For her lover gone forth, never to return
Lest the enemies were kind; no fear to burn
She’d never see his light blue eyes
He’d never hear her mournful cries
From out there on the battlefield
He’d give his life for his country’s pride
For the gove’ment lied
And the maiden cried
For the youth’s march on to death
Pray dear friends you’re darling’s life
Be not destined as such.
written at 4:05 PM