In this land of bygone war,
over which vast armies once did roar,
The second generation now has come,
To view what their fathers had supposedly won.

they look perplexed at what they find
A people who once pleaded with body and mind,
Now lower their heads in a sleepy slumber
While that second generation bolsters their numbers

What once was fought for so fiercely,
Is now remembered by few and scarcely.
I ask myself a puzzling question.
Where is my fate, my destination?

I’ve roamed two lands where my countrymen fought and died
And still no answer as for what they strived
If no answer I can find, in my beleaguered weary mind,
I’ll turn to God in a hypocritical way, to try to find for what,
with their lives they did pay.