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Sing to your sisters, your brothers are dead |
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The army retreated, the soldiers have fled |
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The carcass of nations lies out on the plain |
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For many to question, but none to explain |
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Such carnage, destruction |
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They came in their thousands, to die for belief |
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In a guardian of freedom, once branded a thief |
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Led to their slaughter, to fight for their wife |
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Trapped by a system that demands only life |
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Such carnage, destruction |
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The corpses are buried, the day may yet come |
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When man reaps the land with a plough not a gun |
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The sorrow of millions will be buried with them |
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That demanded the death, not the life of those men |
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Such carnage, destruction |