Oh you, Woeful Wanderer; the Vilest of the Vile,
Let me ask you something; make it worth your while.
Did you see the innocence in his eyes right before you took his life?
Did you feel him struggle against you or did he go without a strife?
Did you see his eyes shining bright with aspirations, hopes and dreams?
And as you took away their shine, were your not ears deafened by his screams?
To you, he was nothing, nothing but a mere pawn,
Just collateral damage of a time that’s foregone.
You didn’t ask his name; it didn’t even matter,
You simply pulled the trigger, watching his guts splatter.
Do you know he was her only son; the only boy she had?
She sent him in a uniform; brought him back, coffin-clad.
Did you hear his sister cry at night; her hopeless pleas and sighs?
The morning they’d been fighting; now there would be no good-byes.
How spiteful must you be to have used them as your vengeance
What crime did they commit to deserve an anguish so endless?
Perhaps you wanted all to see your wrath; prove you had all might.
But all you showed was your cowardice; your humanity benight.
Do you realize they were children, they had no part in this,
They still lived in a world that was full of fantasy and bliss.
You took away their lives in a war they didn’t know existed,
Poor, innocent souls unaware that minds could be so twisted.
Their blood has soaked this ground; their pleas haunt the air,
Gone are those who, till yesterday, reveled without a care.
Oh woeful wanderer, oh vilest of the Vile,
We only pray, in hell, God makes your stay worthwhile.
