“I’d kill for peace.” said one man
Marching off to war.
His blade gripped in his hand,
His head filled with lore
Of those who came before him,
So bravely did they fight.
They left home but a peasant,
But returned a noble Knight.
“I’d kill for peace.” said another,
About to face his foe.
He wielded his mighty mace
And swung his deadly blows.
The clashing of the sabers,
The clanking of the spears,
The sounding of the crying trumpets
Filled the warrior’s ear.
“I’d kill for peace.” shouted one soldier
As the hour grew weary and late,
“I’d kill for peace.” agreed another
If they only knew their fate.
Then the war was over,
And nothing could be said.
No heroes were forged that day,
For no hero can be dead.
In war there is one victor,
And all shall know its name.
Every man will succumb to it,
For it will always reign.
“I’d kill for peace.” said the man,
Who lay dying under sun.
For when the war was over,
He found that only death had won.
