Sweet and right to die for your country,
Everyone said, but then came the hunting.
Eye down the barrel, finger on trigger,
This was no time for a laugh or a snigger.
How would you feel? its the beginning of the end!
Solders going to war, to fight, and to fend.
Bomb shells, bullet holes, blood and bones
A miniature bible that everyone owns,
Said to stop a bullet, as the story goes.
A hundred years on, and everyone thinks
About the mystery and historious links,
Sweet and right to doe for your country,
A lie, a phrase, it was all just something to keep us fighting.