RAW

brothers now soldiers, lovers now mothers

disastrous love, torments flesh and blood

head over heels, palpitations, perspiration

if love is a gun, pull the trigger, have faith

land of no fun, freedom or bravery

tranquil, no. turmoil? a whole other thing

skies forfeit colour like a corpse turned grey

here were are, war, such a fleeting futile thing

war is hell states that helmet, emboldered in paint

waste not, want not states the chief to his mate

mud, blood and tears, bodily juices it rains

get on the front line you soldier

or else for you its disdain