My Own Private Battlefield

MY OWN PRIVATE BATTLEFIELD

When defences are ramshackle
When the mist is at its most dense
Rolling through the valleys, the soul army rallies
Let the battle commence!
And like the hundred previous wars
This one has no moral cause
It doesn't make a flying flak of sense
Just a shout, "Surrender!"
And a banner, "We shall never yield!"
In my own private battlefield

Archers aim their lovelaiden bows
But don't know what they're aiming for
Their arrows fall far wide upon their own bewildered side
They're not cut out for war
And the grenadiers of passion
They are tired, frozen, ashen
But they're driven on in their search for something more
Sheer joy, "Onward, men!"
And despair, "Our fate is sealed!"
In my own private battlefield

Cavalry charge back and forth
On horses of anger and rage
They got their direction from General Election
He's really showing his age
While the assassins take a life
In the glinting of a knife
They turn a blind eye as they'd turn an empty page
The fear, "Take me back!"
And wonder, "Let all be revealed!"
In my own private battlefield

The flares of indignation
Light up the officers of pride
Who snarl in contempt at the shame they resent
Illuminated they hide
Hear the cannons of unrest
See the sappers, how they jest
Gunfire sprayed around like pesticide
Till the grass is just dust
And the men's blood has congealed
On my own private battlefield