One voice, one cry, one song to shatter,
One heart, one soul, beaten and battered,
One fight, one roar, one battle call
And thousands more to join them all;

An insignia enthused upon unlawful power
Patterns of bomb shells like meteor showers
Dotting the ground, the sky bursting in crying
Screams tossed back and forth like dead bodies flying;

Fearsomely colored, the ground painted by scarlet,
The remnants weakened and sadly disheartened,
No joyous passion emboldened the fray
Only “Vous ne les laisserez pas passer!”

Bitter was their endurance with which they still burned
And each wasted casualty was cruelty learned,
That emboldened them to kill lacking mind
All moral conscience long since turned blind.

Truly, does hate, past kindness, transcend
So neighbors and brothers pit friend versus friend,
And splatter the heavens with blood flowing free -
Is war the absence of humanity?