Tempora mutantur - The times are changing
To dreams and nightmares all the same,
To sanity and insanity in a single frame
To fear and hope, abandoned and scarred,
To the living and dead, their corpses marred.
We once marched with our heads held high
We took pride as they told us the lie
Of glory, of fervour and of a painless quick death
Foolish and ignorant to the torture of a last breath
Lungs that bleed, mine eyes do see
Lights dulled by death, from eyes that plea
A plot of land lay covered in ash
A plot of land infected by human rash.
Days pass, lives lost, more in terms of significance
Some cry, others scream, and we lay in indifference
"They'll get used to it", we say
And their hearts do pray
For ones we've lost, for those they've lost,
We were sold to war, at a single cost
Once young souls bursting with emotion
Old age and young, mingle as one,
We are set forward into motion.
For this foolish quest our youth is put on hold
For our country, we have grown old.
We await death, and see its omens in every corner.
We have killed, moved into desperation, a mourner.
A single crack, brings on surges of memories,
Feelings, faces and we are lost without remedy.
Instinct now overrides every emotion,
We are soldiers, set only forward into motion.
To withered youth, and hardened hearts
To tattered souls, and piercing darts
To the foul green smoke filling the air
Are we alive? We no longer care.
The times are changing
Et nos mutamur in illis
And we change within them