North Blows The Cold Wind

North blows the cold wind
cutting through to the bones
there is smell in the air
of the distant war zones

No one knows why they are fighting
No one knows why they are foes
They just pull the triggers and
There they lie at their toes

The war cries the blood dries
One more day in the sun
The uniforms yearns the skin burns
Only few are having fun

Some stand tall
Some duck, some fall
Like funny cartoons
They all form a wall

They claim they can do things untold
All mighty, all powerful
All cruel, all regretful
Can they bring all the heads they rolled?