THE ROAD BACK HOME

This trench I walk past, the road I run across
The man I killed, the bullet I shot
The order I obeyed, the command I gave
This morphine I have, the bandage I hold
The tent I stayed in, the night I spent
This fear I see, the loneliness I feel
The lame excuses that I give, the lies I write home

Why should it be this way?
Where they decide, but we pay the price

The names of soldiers I find no use remembering
This wound in my leg, the scars in my head
The bomb that goes off, the tanks we bombard
The bridges we build, the seas we cross
This radio message I give, the gunshot I hear
The helmet I throw, the dirt I smelt
The beans is have for breakfast, the medic who is scared
The blood I see, the maggots I squash
This life I live, the justification the general gives

Why has my life turned this way?
Where a choice of not killing, with your own life I will pay

All questions I ask & all answers I seek
Lead me to the road back home.