The Piper

The Piper pipes and we must follow

We must tear ourselves away from the unsullied bliss

To the land of charred hearts and eyes blank and hollow

We can not bear to leave, yet the sweet melody; we dare not resist

The Piper pipes over the hills and across the sea

His haunting tune of pursuit and ruin, leads us unto the darkened abyss

Dear Motherly flower, weep not yet for me

Weep for the broken and those left behind while the tune lingers and persists

The Piper pipes and we, united take up our arms

To an imminent doom and hideous malice, yet we may never remiss

But we fall divided and weak, still we are all but brothers bloodily blurred in alarm

Together we dance to the maiming of mankind, the dance of death into the looming mists

The Piper pipes this fire into our hearts and into our gun

Only to quench it in moments of perilous thought in the thick of the midst

Two boys lay fading in the muddy filth, an Englishman and a Hun

Now tell me friends, which soldier has won?

Won glory and freedom or the right to exist?

Feather the cowards, but I begrudge them only of this

They saw no horrific nightmare of a young blameless life all but undone

Under the trembling trigger of their own shameless gun

It is no comfort that they will be sorely missed

The Piper's song swiftly desists

They tell me there is no greater glory than this?