‘You’ll be a hero,’ they may say
But in the end, you notice, you’re just for display
Joining the fight may make you seem brave,
Though these choices of courage can lead you to your grave

As you stand in battle, waiting to fight,
Your comrades are shot, in the dead of the night
You can mourn, you can cry, but your friends will never come
As you turn to your senses, your realize, war is a conundrum

When you kill all these people, don’t you feel sad?
We’re all people you know, what if they’re a dad?
As you lay in your big, red pool of blood,
You’ll only be remembered by the stench of the mud