ANOTHER WAR

The rose was red, their blood was too,
Now both are changed since they are through.
The rose grew stale, their blood ran pale,
Both mark the spots where brave men fell.

The women cry it's such a waste,
Their young men being killed in haste.
They went away to fight a war,
To help the wretched and the poor.

While back at home the women pray,
Their long gone men are far away
Perhaps someday again they'll say,
Their men are safe and have to stay.