Why?

A small child lies, dead in the dirt.
A burn-scarred mother cries out in hurt.
The village burns,
We never learn,
The mother tears rips in my shirt.

A man stands before us, armless and blind.
He may be the enemy we're trying to find.
I watch as he's shot,
I'd help but cannot,
He'll be followed soon by his kind.

Some things we do seem wrong at the time,
But we just follow orders, not thinking of crime.
We wreck and we kill,
we destroy, and still,
We're in a hole, out we must climb.

Yesterday we burned a town to the ground.
Some of the villagers gathered around.
They watched it burn down,
The entire town,
Stood gaping, not making a sound.

We kill for our orders, we kill just for fun,
We kill out of fear, we kill with a gun.
We kill when we're waking,
We kill in our sleep,
We kill hoping we'll soon be done.

I don't know there's this awful war.
I don't know what we're fighting for.
We fight 'cause we're scared,
We fight unprepared,
All it causes is fighting more.

We run through a forest, we run though a field,
We run to the medic to get our wounds healed.
We run at the enemy,
He runs towards me,
Soon the victor is revealed.

So many terrible things that we've seen,
Assured that "In god's name", we keep ourselves clean.
We kill so many,
Soldiers, and any
Who get in our way, no matter how lean.

Who do we kill, and why, I don't know,
The corpses, so many, into pits we throw.
Sometimes it's bad,
Sometimes we're glad,
But always, guilt, we will know.