|Posted on March 8, 2014 at 11:40 PM|
They went to die in the fields,
Young and handsome family boys,
Leaving their pretty brides behind
Couple of kids in the cribs.
They took with them all their dreams,
All the freshness of their lives,
With heavy arms in their hands,
They went without looking back.
In the plush mansions of town,
The rich and powerful clans
Drank their cheerful and red wine,
All their grandchildren around.
They sang and danced to the beat,
While from solitude far off,
The boys were fighting with guns,
To secure peace, joy at home.