War Trumpet

So you took them by the hand
And led them down the path
A garden lined by rose bushes
All thorns and flowerless
You promised them a journey
That would end in glory
Never mentioned the journey end
Would be the last breath at all

Somewhere you let go
Their hands fell all alone
Another garden, another one
Fed by blood and bones
Meaningless, meaningless
Is every violent seed
Scarring earth's sad face
With hatred's bitter weed