WAR PIGS

The dust settles on religious few
who gather for communion
In celebration of the fallen
with red poppies worn in pride

Will they ever learn will they ever turn
away from their military might
Many Mothers cry when sons and lovers die
the roar of cannon fire all through the night

The war pig stumbles upon dead or dying
Clutching a Bible in prophecy crying
Happy for His Lord is coming He says
To wipe away sin turning night into days