On This Hillside

On a chilly day,
I walk down to the hillside.
Through my memories,
I remember all who've died.

Once again I hear,
Cannonballs and rifles roar.
All the men run bravely,
To the call of war.

All unite and fight together,
Whether rich or poor.
All together, believing in,
What they're fighting for.

All rush screaming, barely heard,
Pleas and cries unanswered to God.
Once such a great nation,
Now so horribly flawed.

I look down,
Remember all who died.
Through my memories,
One chilly day on this hillside.