I fought a war most every day when I was only young;

in those battles in my mind I was a hero oft unsung.

I knew to be a hero was the only path for me

To fight the evil empire and set the whole world be free.

It was the dream of every boy to face the deadly foe;

to stand against the enemy and stop their evil flow.

Then, one day, I looked at it and saw through all the lies;

the call to war was simply wrong – a thinly veiled disguise.

Hid beneath the gallant words; hid deep within the glory

was another tale to tell – a completely different story.

‘Twas just a way to keep us slaves, that fight for guts and glory.

While the rich and powerful, on freedom’s blood they gorged

they filled us full of stories about the hope our battle forged.

At home they sat in warmth and safety filling their filthy stores;

the truth be known it’s all about their profit – that’s their cause.