My brothers march now to the field,
Weapons heavy in their hands,
Doing their best to defend and shield
The only home we've ever had.

There's too much blood around these days,
Too many people hate and lie.
My brothers fight so that I'll live,
And it's for them that I cry.

And what I cry for most at night,
My tears hot with sorrow and shame,
Is that it's someone else's brothers they fight,
And who is there to blame?

I won't ask you to praise or glorify them.
I won't ask you to redeem or forgive.
You needn't understand. You needn't love them.
But these are my brothers.
Please, let them live.