Holocaust - Protector

Squirting mud and exploding tanks

Corpses strewn over a loamy field

Screaming wounded — Streams of blood

Guts, eyes, teeth trampled into the dust

Dirty holes full of greedy rats

Trenches filled with water and ammunition

Woodcrosses with illegible names

Bare-dead trees, waiting ravens

Ripped — Torn

Mutilated bodies

Mud — Shit

Cover the battlefield

Steel helmets

In the barbed wire

Fog — Rain

Endless nightmare

Minutes like hours — Awaiting the end

Deadly silence — Silence before storm

Covered soldiers — Bearing the mark of death

Like a tornado the fight breaks loose

Hundreds of warriorrs in a big assault

Man against man, mercyless slaughter

Who survives wishes he was dead

Bloody bajonetts on broken rifles

Enerved doctors operating without a rest

Innocent women and children dying for nothing

Years are gone since the last battle

Veterans — Old, sitting in wheelchairs

Eyes that say so many words

But the lips are closed

Still the landscape is marked by the war

Old cannons — Big holes in the ground

Burned-out bunkers rotting trees

A flower growing through a rusty helmet

Millions of crosses

Over the whole world

Countless witnesses

To a senseless war

Silent crying

To the government

Just a word:

«WHY?»