The Morning After

Upon the morning after 
The battlefield lay red 
Where the cloverleaf it grows 
Where the quail it beds 

The fog of death it settles in 
This once pictorial site 
Where men they once walked this earth 
But died for one man’s right 

Tonight will hear the mothers 
The brothers, the sisters cry 
As bodies they are brought back home 
And loved ones close their eyes 

Tomorrow it will be 
In stone their memory 
Where men they once laughed with us 
But now no longer breath 

Upon the morning after 
No sweat upon his brow 
The king who had his right to fight 
Who shall I conquer now.