Glory of Lies
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Legend upon legend so courageous, brave and bold,
Adorn those books of history, their names are written in gold,
Henry the Conqueror and the valiant Alexander,
Oh glamorous warriors! Could it get any better?
The trumpets blow in all majesty and galore,
Handsome men in red march straight to the fore,
Poet and bard alike weave history from their homes,
Ah glamorous war! Who really began these norms?
Brother murdering brother and guns slaughtering hundreds,
Even those warriors with swords slayed their own kindreds,
The names of glorious warriors were writ not in shining gold,
Those letters were drawn from blood of men who passed untold.
Time to admire the glamour of war many great men had found,
Of glorious slaughter houses though no one spoke out aloud,
The killing fields see men being murdered in worse a way,
But what of all that glory? Alas! There never was such a day.
Cruel, callous and evil is all there is to war,
Innocent men dying for others’ problems is all the world saw,
Someone’s petty greed or hatred always begins it all,
And nothing good that came of war does anyone ever recall.
