The sadness in the procession's eyes Hides behind some lost valor Resurrected from battles coerced The betrothed faces of conflict Praise the flag & recite the prayer book And look down into the graves for some sort of meaning See the horrors in memories On the lips of the sacrificed The speeches lie of state & Christ The false heroism of a thousand dead The impending fascist replies The answers lay buried with the dead Upon the fields of criminal blood Beset by the tragedy of nations on financial ruin Within the palaces of polluted lands Is the carving of a warton sickness Face their imminent dismantling Marched into death Instilled pride as breath Like good soldiers