Sound 'All Clear'

Sound 'All Clear' the rage of war

this battle won, this blood, this gore.

Find your friends amongst the dying,

lying there all wracked and crying.

Sound 'Charge Ahead' lets chase them down

the enemy that is left has flown.

Cut them, slice them kill them stone dead

all this started for the want of some bread.

Man on his pedestal high, standing proud

covered in this otherworldly shroud.

Brought low at last on bended knee

his sins, his pride at last to see.

No more shall man rule this way

no more the trumpets of war bray.

Peace to all shall be the battle cry

of all men, to see them live, to see them die.

Of all that is, of all that was,

fighting wars just because

our fathers before us knew no more

than to fight and slay with the honour of war.

Sound 'All Clear' the rage has passed

men no more shall they be gassed.

Living now in peace and life.

loving, caring within, no strife.

© Michael D. Powell 2002