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Ebbing eyesight in chlorine
Stealing away wire shrouds
Mowed down in mud by gun fire
Trapped and strangled in wire
Silent nights smashed as big guns fill bodies full of
In crusade to kill
Far away, politicians, glasses of
in a toast to a war they've not fought

Holy fire and idly discussed
hatred, engineering distrust
Trading for confusion,
The powerlust.
Only one thing in common do share
With those on the battlefield fallen down
And that is wine, has good body and it is red
Draining away forever like the of those dead.