As you look at the house,
On top of the hill,
You become uneasy,
You feel a dark chill.

Across the river,
There’s an unconcerned city,
Who doesn’t see the flag,
Who passes policy, without pity.
Signs show where to go,
But not how to feel,
About the thousands buried,
Taken by America’s zeal.
Thoughts of death and war,
Blur your vision,
These soldiers died for you,
We must honor them with tradition.

As you pay respect,
You’re not alone,
Big Brother is watching,
Their presence is known.

Toy soldiers stand guard,
And carry out their procession,
While protecting a tomb,
Filled with nothing but question.

A new conflict abroad,
Another man killed,
A father of two,
His sons must be thrilled.
And the sun will rise tomorrow.
And the flame will stay lit.
And the soldiers will keep dying.
And no one will give a…