The War It Is Over

The mother she weeps at the grave of her son
The war it is over nobody has won
For so called victory in war does come at a huge cost
No such a thing as a winner with so many lives lost.

The war it is over on the streets of the town
A victory parade the bands play up and down
But in the nearby cemetery the remains do lay
Of the young men who died in war zones far away.

The President talks of the huge sacrifice made
Of the young men who could not march in the welcome home parade
But words for him do seem so easy to say
When he and his wife and children are okay.

Though not found to be wanting when put to the test
The war it is over the dead are at rest
The celebrations are over and in the moonlight
The streets are deserted in the calm of midnight.