As the cannon dances

Come gather round children and let me tell you a tale
A story of hope and a man of great frail
Living up high on a mountain of gold
Giving his title up when he is too old
But never giving up his stances
As the cannon dances

Come gather round folks as I sing you this dirge
As I tell you the tale of man's year old scourge
Sending a storm over the desert lands
Killing more lives than saving hands
Every ghost on the field sways its head
Every poppy on cross drinks itself dead

Come gather round people from far and near
As I tell you a tale that ruins your fear
No war will end when you shatter a store
No riot will stop because you make a man soar
For neither will give up there stances
As the picture enhances

Go scatter my friends hide yourselves here
The tale never ends when we’re all full of wear
Every riot has and end but no one wants to live it
Every war has a start but no one believes it
So pick up the sword and fight the wrong cause
Or pick up the shield and defend their applause

Come gather round children as I tell you a tale
A tale of blood and of public betrayal
A story that has no happy ending
No country or household will ever start mending
So pick up the pen do what you do the best
And let the cannon for once start to rest