Killing Fields

This war is a lie
 Judge the righteous from their place on high
 But I wonder who they'd blame
 If their ivory towers were set aflame
 And how did it seem
 To watch 9/11 on a tv screen?
 While we lived through it
 City's burning in a fiery pit
 We march across the killing fields
 We set the laws with swords and shield
 Our funeral pyres light up the sky
 We send our children off to die
 Treacherous paths we walk alone
 Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
 These are the chances that we take
 The sacrifices we must make
 Now a shaky hand
 Brings the news from a far off land
 This man, they cut him down
 Spilled his blood on foreign ground
 His loss should be a sign
 Of valor to those left behind
 The end, the letter read
 "I'm sorry, ma'am, but your son is dead"
 -By Lucie-