"To Be Free"

Jet engines roaring.

Rockets are soaring.

Bombs are falling.

The bugles calling

Boys into a battle;

Slaughtered cattle.

Mother's crying.

Men keep dying.

Falling from ranks.

Blood on the banks.

All over some land

Killing fellow man.

With war, he is done.

As he cocks his gun.

Tired of the killing;

The blood spilling.

Wanting to be free;

Leave this misery.

A bullet to the brain.

Ended a solder's pain.