On the Path of Glory

Blessed are the meek, they say

They shall win where others lose

But when man is forced to stay,

He is never asked to choose



He must fight for his country,

Fight for what he thinks is right

He'll defend his wife and children

On the path of glory



Red or yellow, white or brown

All alike, one thought in mind

Who will wear the victor's crown?

Never mind the lame and blind



In the pride of their country,

Good will triumph in the end

Evil will be brought to justice

On the path of glory



Big or little, fat or thin

All are heroes in the end

Unforgivable, the sin

To submit, they don't pretend



They will die for their country

They will die for you and me

Amid the pungent smell of death

That's on the path of glory



Why should man be forced to kill?

Why should they be made to die,

Shattered on some peaceful hill

Torn and bleeding where they lie?



Far away from their country,

Ask yourself the question now

Why should they be forced to set out

On the path of glory?




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