How much care for our nations sons
to toss them glibly toward the guns?
is that how love of country is measured
with sacrifice of blood most treasured?
To profess such pride in fields of stone,
and lay red wreaths at tombs unknown
how great might be that other path?
of Mothers Pride where children laugh.
And what of those who puff their chests?
the blazered men with gilt gold crests,
who feign regret with tear filled eyes
yet rarely think to question why.