Lest We Forget

We took our swords of war and beat them into peaceful plowshares;

And swore we would forsake the path of hatred for loving care.

So when they came marching we welcomed them with wide open arms,

Foolishly believing that we truly could come to no harm.

But God only knows why I’ve survived ’til the morning after.

I had rather died than be forced to hear their scornful laughter.

The blood river of the women and children flows through the street;

While the stink of rotting bodies rises in the daytime heat.

This massacre stands a bitter and final accusation

That proclaims a just and irreparable condemnation

Of our stupidity and deliberate forgetfulness:

Freedom is not free; vigilance is the cost for happiness.