We had no evidence

We had evidence and no doubt
I had seen birth and death
The births were bitter agony
To follow, death...only your own

Not wanting truthfully to go
Mocked, they cried coward, onwards
Over the top...we'll wait for you
But no one returns from a grave
Those that did return maimed and bled
Truth in their wounds from slaughter
Coming back for a medal...obscene

Worldwide evidence for all to know
Now rotted and in heaven...thank god