Death Of The Enemy

The Horror of war

Death of the enemy

 

If you in your life once saw

A man head filled with maggots

Intestines screaming out at you

And smelling such a lot

And seen the horror on his face

Though he be the enemy

Then you’d look at war my friends

And feel the same as me.

 

I carried him within my arms

This enemy so fierce

He died before my eyes, you know!

Into my heart it pierced

The horror that be war my friends

The ugliness of it

Although he was the enemy

It hurt me quite a bit.

 

For he was just a human being

Leaving folk who loved him

To die in so much misery

I saw his eyes go dim

And my heart went out to him

For he too, I had killed

I did not fire the blessed missile

Yet guilty I was still.!!!