To those who wish to take command
Of another person's land;
Who wish to kill and fight and maim;
To occupy someone's domain,
Travel France where you will see
The many war grave cemeteries
And there in the silence as you look,
Read them as you would a book.
Feel the battles that were fought.
The crosses show the death they brought.
Hear the fury of the guns
And think of all those parents' sons;
Friend and enemy just the same.
Shattered dreams, just a carved name.
To those who wish to take command
Of another person's land:
Travel the cemeteries of France.
What was the worth?
Nothing of value on this Earth.
Lovingly composed by Mary Rodham, aged 44 (plus a bit more)