Dead and gone!

From the mounds of lies and scorn;
Just from unjust is bred and born.
Who claims the lives; none and all,
What marks demise? Who makes the call?
Humble are humbler still;
Unworthy to live, and worthy to kill?
Who hears their cries? Who counts their graves?
Who shouts "READY"? Whose blood does spill?
A pity they live, a pity they die
Worser from worse; an eye for an eye;
Vicious lives are born and led;
A burden of lies; blame is fed,
A call of justice is all it'll take;
To build a cause and for lies to break,
Glory to the brave, glory to the gay;
Glory to the young, glory to the day,
Undone be dead; and dead be at peace....
When justice be done and lies they cease
Until it is done and done it be well
And cruel from not is known and felt,
And the sun to rise anew
Golden days and and skies so blue
A day to scar these lands so dear;
A day to mark the end of fear,
Alas! that day was long to come;
Stronger voices simmered down to a hum,
So much was lost in the fury of fire;
Young dreams drowned in selfish desires
........ Thousand lives were proven wrong!!
Thousand lives are dead and gone!!