Combat With Enemies

Bayonet and helmet, go may get killed Waiting for your blood the baying battlefield The day is hot the sun a smoky ball Blazing guns boom bodies freely fall. It's only might, all about power You hope just once you could smell a flower Loved ones are gone, home far away You could do little, you didn't have a say. Till you came here you wore a hero's smile Ready to go on combat with an enemy so vile Your courage is now pierced needled with fears Your throat is lumpy dry, eyes fill with tears. Bayonet and helmet, go ruin your dream You may not come alive, chances are slim The devils that have fired youthful imagination Will call you martyr, you died for the nation.