We the billions who are lost, we who are buried in the Earth,
do you think of us and wonder what of the cost,
because we died for you and we fought for you,
and our lives were cut short, but it was all for naught,
because humanity continues to wage war,
and to slaughter, and to brutalise and torture,
those of opposing wants and thoughts.
And we the billions who are lost,
we turn in our graves, with the memories of our days,
and as humanity mostly learns nothing,
except how to be greedier than before,
and except how to kill more efficiently than before,
and humanities education so often,
is filled with a library of war,
and you revisit the horrors in pictures,
and videos and in the photographs and on the television,
but still you persevere, you persevere,
determined to kill your enemy’s year after bloody year.