They sung dirges and poems of sorrow..
And we cheered...
We called it great, for it gave us tears..
Unnoticed somewhere the devil leered.
There were no heroes here..
Just lovers and dying men..
And failings and flailings of hearts and mind..
The very substance to drive us inane...
So all we learned was to pity and cry..
And shed tears of grief and pain..
Only injuries we took and returned no blow..
For wars we said were caused in vain...