They fell by the hundred
By the tens they died
No seconds to pray
Just a second to die
Where lands should be safe
Where life is engraved
A bomb whacks the earth
Our grounds become graves
In day and in night, a hundred souls die
Lovers and children asking God why
Frail hands kneading dough
Her angels need more
Even rations fall victim
To the devils of war
Mom looks to her son
Is he coming home soon?
From the wall falls his photo
The glass split in two
In day and in night, a hundred souls die
Mothers and fathers asking God why
Remember those slain
With poppy and wreathe
Freedom’s not a given
Nor bartered for cheap
Could be Adam’s strong limbs
Eve’s comforting eyes
The end of your days
Your own baby’s life
In day and in night, a hundred souls die
All people, all nations, should ask themselves why