In the wake of the morning
They marched through the land
Plundering houses
Taking whatever at hand
They were hungry and tired
Had lost the last fight
Were trying to wander
Back home through the night.

The country they walked in
Was in ruins anyway
So what did it matter
If they took what they found
”Don´t hurt me,” a child said
and gave them his bread
they ate it and one of them
the leader he said:
Young man, you are doomed
Cause we are ordered to spare
Noone who´s not of our kind
Understand
We´re taught to keep order
Never to care
If the victim is old,
a woman or a child
A soldier´s first lesson
Is not to be mild.
You can guess
What they did
To the child with the bread
The story is´nt new
It has all been said
On the radio,
In the papers
Even on tv we saw
How the commander in charge
Obeyed the military law.