Hell is Hell. War is War

From far away, they arrive

God damn, from the army’s fight

Over the mountain, they will come

Found in the mourning fog 

As soon as they are in sight

We will run into a fight

Smothered in the Red Cross of mercy

I can take my leave if I please.

I see the Visions of what will be

Why should I stay to be cut up 

Either by my country Or those we fight

Here, I see, 

Suicide is painless.

The game of war is endless.

The Doctor will play their hands.

Over and over again

But I am going to lose anyway

Eventually, when the bullet is loose

Either from my hands Or that of another mans

Suicide is painless

It is war that detains us 

Us doctors try and flee.

From all this depravity 

Indifferent ways we make our plee

Some come to terms with it 

Creating a blur of what they see

Our patients, young and strong

Their lives are only prolonged 

Am I wrong to save them

Condemning them to this life of war

A brave man once asked me.

To take away all the pain that he sees 

Was it to be or not to be

As a doctor, they proclaim 

“save us, please.” 

But Suicide is painless.

Who is to decide this 

When Suicide is painless after all. 

The Bullets of time will pierce my heart

With each man, I stitch up

The pain grows from within

It will drive me insane

To try and maintain this smile for the men

How can I hide the truth 

When they face see much abuse

So let me tell the troops.

Now I know that War is not Hell

War is War

Hell is Hell

And of those two, I chose Hell

War is worse, so I bid farewell