Battle no more

The battlefield, never a place of beauty
Flowers grow, where blood did flow
And souls were taken, by sword and arrow
All in the name of a god, we shall meet too soon

Battle cries, as eagles sore
Hunting for dinner, their final score
Symphonies compose the battle plans,
Marching bands play their scores

Evil lurks, in palace courts
As Royals sit, courtesans in tow
Plotting riches, on bloody conquests
The serfs indentured to a fate unknown

Row on row of unmarked graves
Be they soldiers or be they slaves
All died for Noble desires
To burn in hell, among King and Queen

The forests are filled with past glories
The soil beneath, filled with blood and gore
Muskets and cannon answer to histories lore
We lie in fields bleeding, hearts torn

We died for nothing
Our children weep
Graves have no flags
We sing as ghosts

Battle no more