Blood That's On My Hands Poem by Ron Knight

As tenders book of youth is closed
Where children pass on by
Swift the blade called lickety split
T'ward fields of blood lets fly
The game is now afoot the call
We'll ride the setting sun
We'll sacrifice our final breath
And do what must be done

As death reigns in these fields of blood
where dreams are forced to die
I've found my final resting place
I say my last goodbye
As lightning strikes there's no escape
I've come to understand
I know I can not wash away
The blood that's on my hands

Those bridges now have all been burned
I'm trapped out in the mud
To die in someone elses war
In land that's bathed in blood
To leave this world a better place
The dream that filled my head
This world will be a better place
When all who kill are dead