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?
