it is a lovely war

it is a lovely war

It is a lovely war

It is a hell of a war for soldiers

running between ruined building

It is a great war good for sex the feeling of strength

running through veins

blood oozing from a bullet hole

and sometimes into the sand

but that is the other guy`s

This their finest hour defending whatever

it was, not that they care

Wonderful war even if it only

has one colour and is occasionally red

women dream of joining them

as wives only to discover

the men love one another,

 fucking a woman is
like masturbating

into a narrow fox hole

Glorious war something the survivors

can talk about when old and playing card

the name of the buddy who didn`t make it out

He had admired the full moon and lost in reverie

he was always a dreamer

Do they see the green leaves on trees?

Or the flowers

have they lost all sense of beauty

are deaths and ruined buildings forever etched

on their crippled brains