Such a Simple Thing Is War

Such a simple thing is war

That as a truth is told

A terrible truth to tell

Of the son a father may hold

Of a child who died in Hell

Such a simple thing was war

Where some will sleep forever more

In times of peace, till waking hour

In empty fields of nameless terror

To lay with a familiar horror

Such a simple thing is war

Where sun has shone

And victory, ever hollow

Is never won

In empty fields fallow

There lie a father's son

Such a simple thing was war

What few remain, those few alive

Return from howling dark

But it is said no man may survive

In a place so grim, with a choice so stark

Were war such a simple thing