And as he slowly scribbled his name
Across the form that bound his guilt
A thousand voices doomed to die
Spoke on
And as the pilot flew the plane
His conscience in the cargo bay
A hundred men with broken hearts
Gazed on
And as the cargo bay doors dropped
Their hate released upon the young
One man vainly holding a pen
Regretted
And as their upturned faces melt
Beneath the black heat of the sun
A general who had sworn to die
Lives on
And as their lives are torn apart
Their burnt flesh running from their bones
A soldier who prepared for death
Fights on
And as the poison smoke dissolved
Leaving just a leveled city
Two hundred million men back home
Justified |