I’ve seen the troops in battle dress
They make me proud I must confess
I wish they were but dressing-up
To partake of sweet valour’s cup
Instead of battling someone’s cause
While fighting in these futile wars.
There is no break nor any end
The fracas leaves no untouched friend
There’s no peace found to fill the air
We’ve only distress everywhere.
The saddest part we must accept
We’ve done our job and are bereft !