• He is shot!
    Blood drips from his wound
    Yet still he strives to return home
    What of his wife?
    What of his child?
    They have much to look forward to
    His corpse slowly presented at their door
    The wails of those who knew him well
    They will know him no more
    And what was the good of it....
    He's dead!
    But for what?
    A war
    A war he did not start
    But attempted to stop
    Now his little life light
    Has all but been blown out
    Ah,war
    Yet another victim you claim
    All because this one:
    Tried to stop your monstrous game....