Where vultures wait

In the great desert 

Where the thirst lays 

The war began 

100 years ago 

To this day 

A soldier died 

Upon the dust his blood 

This your father 

Who left for war 

Never to return 

And you might ask 

Where is he now 

Eaten by vultures

Killed by a bullet

Scorched by the sun 

Tortured by an enemy 

O God, now I bury 

My father in the holy war cemetery 

With my own son by my side 

Upon his tombstone 

The words 

Of God 

As I ask

For whom is war, 

The path of destruction 

Where vultures wait 

For the bones of man