Choking clouds of death Drift across the land Mustard gas burns lungs, blisters flesh, ends life Grotesque spasms Wrenching up blood Thousands lay dead in the trenches Soldiers drive forth Break through the lines Strongholds have fallen Many more to die Stalemate broken Anthem for doomed youth Testament to man's greed Bloody mud clogged with death Gears of war grind poor souls Anthem for doomed youth Testament to man's greed Pulverize human flesh Trenches filled with dying souls Accepting death without question Years shall pass by Will we learn? Are we so blind to such waste? Will we ever learn from the past? Pain, misery, death, suffering