When the shells struck no more,
the tired citizens stepped freely on the earthy floor,
It was a time to cry,
for all those who had said good-bye,
was it my dead nephew?
so many or so few,
had died in numbers of millions,
in this disunited world of billions,

Why did they die,
Maybe it was for a lie,
but the pale child didn't know that,
he slept all wet and dirty in his mat,
as the armies marched past,
he strolled behind last,
he waited for his father who,
had gone to war as many do,
but now his father lay,
in a dark and damp coffin all day,

He had been killed in a battle,
that had indeed left the entire city in shackles,
the boy waited for his dad,
a courageous and faithful lad,
but soon started to weep,
as he saw the coffins come in a heap,
was his dad among those,
the tears dripped past his nose,
everyone in his vast family,
had been killed among the many,

In the end, I would like to say,
Why don't we unite after this day,
and live together as one,
as none of us had done.