While the sabres rattle, and the forces start to move Threats and reputations force the warlords all to prove The power in their hands, that they have got to send Thousands for to die, to achieve their ends As petty as the conflict, may have beginned As bloody as a war has got to end.. While the sabres rattle, and history's cards are dealt Battle plans are drawn up as tradition starts to melt Burned by a fury, as blind as a flag After hopes for peace have started to sag Of a mighty power, most are proud to brag And your neighbor, to his possible d**h they are going to drag.. While the sabres rattle, it has always been the same Bracing for the storm to come, studying those that came But that lesson, has yet to be learned Even a good man, will k** if his home is burned While the sabres rattle, to sirens near and far Wailing forth their warnings, and their call to arms These pictures I now see, as we begin to fight They are pictures I have seen before, but they were in black and white. sallysally@usa.net