Gas Alert

In the dark & muddy line

of lost and hopeless souls

when gas alert rang up

crying eyes were screaming out

to the silent dust

their last supplication for help up

. . . and the sky is dark . . .

All hands, cold and wet

were taken up

like a magic ancient weapon

in last irredeemable attempt

to save the breath

. . . and the blood is raining . . .

All the blind eyes're facing doom

all the brains'll get crazy soon

all the voiceless lips are calling mom

night will take them to the ageless calm

. . . on the death bodies

of hapless soldiers.