Diatribe

Diatribe

I've heard this tired old story
The one they've told before
Back in my days of twenty-one
Back in that other war

You know the one I speak of
That lie that they have spun
The one that says that victory
Is when you turn and run

So tiresome when they tell it,
For I know it's a lie
But that's the way those people are
Who never fight or die

They sit there insulated
So distant from the fray
They mock them in their sacrifice
And choose to walk away

A coward's way I tell you
A foolish road my friend
For when you do not finish things
Those things will have no end