Respectful silence fills the air
as the mass exhumations begin
What was once a peaceful woodland
gives up the secrets held deep within 

Rows and rows of crude makeshift graves  
a simple wooden cross marks each one
Just a number 
for each father, mother, sister, brother daughter, son

Lives taken far too soon
victims of cruel violence and war
As the world once again begs the question
what the hell is it all for