All I see around me is devastation,
In the mud, in the ever on-going toil,
All around me, explosions,
But it falls upon deaf ears.

Through the barren landscape,
The metal glints,
Through the air,
Through us.

When it rains,
It washes the grime from our faces,
As the tears often did,
But not anymore.

The dove of peace lies shot,
Its white feathers matted with blood,
The blood of despair,
In-between us.

I don't want to be here,
Neither do my brothers,
But we have no choice,
We're fighting for our country.

The enemy,
They're not so different,
They don't want to be here either,
So what's it all for?