Was glory born in foreign loam
For weary soldiers far from home
From sacrifice, did peace ensue
Was expectation born anew
Did honest blood pour forth for good
Did hope arise where evil stood
Or was each life a poker chip
In some perverted statesmanship
For those who perished far from home
Whose blood once soused that foreign loam
Their peace in Heaven is assured
While fresh young men to death are lured
A fantastic piece of composition Philip. Hauntingly compelling.