Soldiers commit suicide
In far-off distant lands
Suffering from battle fatigue
From seeing too many children
With blown-off eyes and hands!
There is only so much
Cruelty and death
Any sane human can take
Before his soul becomes
A withering flower
Perishing on desert sand.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bob-dylan-wrote-masters-of-war/
