After burning a village
and burying the dead in the ground
a soldier went for a stroll
and an old scrawny lady, he found
Her face was pale, expressionless
having lost everyone, all around
She asked the soldier to explain
with a weak, whispering sound
Clutched in her frail hands tight
a picture of her son, he found
A single tear upon his cheek
which dripped down from his chin, unbound.
A portrait of a girl appeared
underneath a locket, round
The old lady too shed a tear
for his grief too was profound
After burning a village
and burying the dead in the ground
he said 'War is an evil game,
where innocent lives are wrongly bound'
