It Is More Than War

I see his face in every man I meet,
His vision even haunts my nightly sleep.
In agony I remember his touch,
My heart breaks again - I loved him so much!
I damn this world so cruel and vain,
Damn everyone that caused me such pain.

A visionary
A prophet
A martyr
The war has begun.

Just a simple man
A husband
A father
Duty calls to him.

Pride welled inside the day he enlisted,
Fear of this day my only dread;
I swallowed hard to show no fear,
And in privacy shed my only tear
Before marching at his side to the dock
Where flags raise and the iron beasts flock.

A soldier
An army
A cause
The war rages on.

For the pride of our land
A country
A nation
For vengeance we fight

A year or more our country he would defend,
Along the front lines never to bow or bend;
But in the desolate desert sand so vast,
His training could not defend from a final blast.
The evil of greedy men cannot be undone,
And for their profit I now stand alone.

An atrocity
A crime
A death
This war cannot be won.

Once just a proud woman
A wife
A mother
I am now a military widow.