The general is dead,
Who said we didn't lose.
The general was a humanist:
Kill more, he knew,
And they'd have to surrender.
But the further East,
West
More land,
Whole villages and families napalmed,
The further lost,
He and his war,
Became.
The general was a humanist:
Scratching his head
On his last day
Wondering why, though he killed so many,
The East to the
West
Gave not one bit
More land.
