A black night sky,
A slivered moon
Memories of those
Who died too soon.

The smoke doth rise
From mourning to dusk,
And broken ties
Now lie in the dust.

The slumbered awake
To see grave mistakes
Taking toll on our glorious land.

The peace we force and make
Have made the peace break.
And all doomed lay in our hands.

Over the seas,
Below the snow.
We all now agree
We must eliminate the foe.

Still, beyond all
I would like to know,
What steps have we taken
To eliminate the loathe?