Bloody mountain peaks

Dressed in valor
Braving the chill
He stands there on the peak
Bated breath so still
Comrades in row
Guns in their hands
Orders on their mind
Ego's to shine
Their conciliatory pretentions
Our ignominious belief
Everyone knows
This play of creeps
It’s all about the land
It’s all about the pride
Years have he stood
Over the pernicious peaks
Painting white of the mountains
With red of his veins
Laying his life down
Or was it in vain
He’s got a wife;
He’s got a girl
He’s got a doting mother
He’s got an old man
In the village yonder
Ducked in the bunker
Mortars flying by
His mind stands still
His eyes can’t cry
Yesterday he died
His body in the snow
Bullets in his chest
Dreams gone dour
No one will win this war of pride
This charade of patriotism
Behind the veil of lies.