We'Ll Meet Again.

How many sing, nostalgically now Those popular war-time songs? Remembering the horrors, as unknown Numbers, no matter how young Were setting out finally, leaving behind Sobbing sweethearts and swollen-eyed wives To travel to terror in unknown lands And offer the best of their unblemished lives. Sometimes to suffer and end their short days In bloody dark ditch, muddied black By other young innocent blood, fazed Beyond sense, did they know they wouldn't come back? Will nobody ever outlaw the wars That crucify truth, as misunderstood Freedom? God only knows How many false hopes courageous souls Watched smashed, as they hummed the songs About meeting again, such as those They had learned just a little before The beginning of hell that was now called war.