Topic: Marching off to War
See the fine young men
marching off to war
brainwashed killers
to the very core
trained to fight, trained to kill
drained of their blood
never to refill
sailing ships, flying planes
devastation reigns
over all terrains
seas and deserts are not spared
broken souls and bodies
cannot be repaired
old men far behind the trenches
are the ones who the war declared
safely behind teak benches
pens ready for another fight
glorious war
in you we delight
old men lament
peace has been declared
the war is over
our profit is being prepared
amongst our politicians
to be shared.
I have been working on my ''scribbeling'' and putting chords to them but I seem to be on a one dimensional track. Everything lands up as a ballad and the same few chords are used over and over - hopefully this ''poem'' can be turned into something with a bit more flair than I seem able to create.