True Price of War

The mighty warlord shakes his fist and sends his troops to the abyss Families broken and torn because of an oath that was sworn Fathers and sons die in vain but no one can feel their pain Mothers cry as their children are sent off to die Innocent blood is shed, does no one care for these dead Sadness grips the heart of man as many a persons blood stains the land Cries from the public go unheard as the warlord shouts his mighty words Kill them all he says, make these people pay The screams of wounded go on through the night begging for the warlord to end the fight No answer comes from his high up throne for his heart is cold as stone Only a child dared to face him He begged for his people His words so moved the warlord he again shook is fist this time calling his troops from the abyss Families are pieced back together after the mighty storm they have weathered The child is proclaimed a hero Sides that once wared against each other now call themselves brothers Fields are resown and homes rebuilt, no longer does the warlord feel guilt But nothing can replace the loss of life for that is the true price of war