Glorious Men, Inglorious Death

The battle has begun, and the rage is strong

Men swear and struggle and deny all love.

The air is thick, smoky and vile,

With a stench of blood and a world gone wrong…

No man whispers, all is loud and fierce

Hatred pronounced and a thirst for death.

The guns declare that all is not well

As their bullets fly, whizz and pierce…!

Man is the worst of the wild beasts

When the cry of war enraptures his world!

He is eager to kill, and almost eager to die-

With savage lust, he makes a messy feast…

No horrors are unspeakable, and no horror undone:

It is the time for horror, for death, for pain.

In agony men writhe, the victims of their kind-

Whoever wins, it is only evil that has won…

Glory was the aim of giving man breath-

He was made for the eyes of heaven.

But here, in the bowels of a man-made hell

Are glorious men, who die inglorious deaths!

Against his nature, man fights this war

His heart twisted by hate and despair…

Made to love, he is made to kill:

Man at war is a war in man, and it strikes his very core!

At the battle’s end, a war is lost for all:

The war against hate, against murder, against greed…

This war, the most brutal of sins

Assures us of man’s fall.

At its finish, men stumble and moan

And trample upon mud, and blood, and gore…

In awe of the charnel world they weaved

And the evil king they have put on a throne…

What is victory after such defeat?-

The defeat of love and mercy and God!

It is life for the price of death- peace for the price of pain!

There’s nothing left but horror, and the dead cut like wheat…