It is a brutal game, this war,

But certain lines you do not cross.

Conventions have to be maintained;

It’s difficult to say much more.

 

When you see this, when you see this –

You know damned well of what I speak –

No human souls should be hung out

Unclaimed and near to the abyss.

 

Someone will try to wriggle out

Of these evil exhibitions,

Claim force majeure or some such thing,

But we know what this is about,

 

And we know what may come along

When all humanity is gone.