War

There's no one to save the weaker race,
The strongest, the best, it's these who will live,
A loaded gun pointed straight at your face,
It's you realise your life you will give,
No sorrow, no remorse, for what you have done,
You were bred to kill and not to care,
No sorrow, no remorse for the helpless one,
As lives you end marching into their lair,
Bodies fill the fields that lie ahead,
No time to run, no time to pretend,
A pull of the trigger, more men fall dead,
By your hands many people have met their end,
Bang! Bang! Two shots penetrate your skull,
Look back you'll see what has been done,
Your eyesight fades, your senses dull,
Left to die, alone you clutch your gun.