Blood flows
from slithering blows,
chrome plated steel sliding.
Innocence lost,
terrible cost,
grass never grows any greener.
Foreign blades,
under deadly schemes,
just like the rape of Nan-king.
A meaningless purge,
and the deadly dirge,
ring, ring, ringing in my ears.
Red, the drops,
and hospital mops,
unable to keep the pace.
The terrible cost
the horrid loss
under bayonet mindsets.