Russell G. Robison


That day they all died to a man
That day they would not yield
And they were slaughtered where they stood
Upon that battlefield

They’re enemies now we were told
With mercy not our call
And as we did the killing
We died too there after all

So long ago and yet I still
Can make no sense of it
When men fight to the end
And in their hearts there is no quit

Why do I write such words
And try to say how it was sad
When I am still a child who’s lost
Inside a world gone mad