Dust to Dust

'Dust to Dust' by Bill Bingham

When the dust has settled, and battle it is o’er,
What say ye then o’ sons o’ men?
What say o’ bloody war?

The earth is torn and ravaged, young bodies lie around,
The cannon’s roar is silenced,
And sullied is the ground.

The victors now they gather, to claim their just reward,
Broken are the lances,
Shattered is the sword.

Widows cry and children weep, and brothers mourn their loss,
The flags that proudly fluttered,
Lie scattered in the moss.

Politicians argue, and try to solve the crime,
‘We are right, and you are wrong!’
They shout across the line.

But men are fools and fail to hear, the laughter of the gods,
Great Mars has had his triumph,
His servants dig the sods.

Black flag is seen in distance, with vengeance proudly held,
‘We are the Lord’s grand army.
Crusaders are repelled!’

Cruel, cruel, is the world of ego-centred self,
To gain your life’s to lose it,
Leave ‘triumph’ on the shelf.

When the dust has settled, and battle it is o’er,
What say ye then o’ sons o’ men?
What say o’ bloody war?

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