this is indeed a great war

so all we hear today is cannons’ boom

their echo forms our terrible surround

for this whole century the world’s a tomb

it isn’t that we just ran out of room

for good intentions our shots will redound

so all we hear today is cannons’ boom

from shore to shore and the explosives’ bloom

accompanied by their pervading sound

for this whole century the world’s a tomb

though skies are sunny we are cast in gloom

parents and children thrown into the mound

so all we hear today is cannons’ boom

perhaps in time some scholar will exhume

the reason why we all now lie in ground

for this whole century the world’s a tomb

 and every hope has fallen down to doom

while goodness trust and honesty are bound

so all we hear today is cannons’ boom

for this whole century the world’s a tomb