Survived the iridescent tongue
of battle. Now no longer young;
"Obey!" Obedient, we went,
no thought to waver or relent,
although our hearts might be fainting:
rice quagmire, desert storms, we wrung
our victory. Now see, one-by-one
at solitary battlement
your Warriors are dying!
Don't call it "error", or say, "It's wrong",
for 'LIBERTY AND JUSTICE' sung.
Taught unfamiliar thoughts, intent,
learned strange emotions, minds, conscience bent,
now home, solitary, or in throng,
Your Warriors Are Dying.