I drove past fields where cattle grazed
The roads were long and straight
I looked at scenes familiar unfazed
My mood melancholy and sedate…
Faster cars past us fled by,
As if battle never was
As if no one on these fields did die
None asked how because
The egos of rulers and cruel men
Caused armys and civilians to be killed
It could and will happen again:
Seems the past has the future willed.
I remember now that distant day
As villages flew past
Rental signs on the houses say
The peace is set to last.
But what happened before will happen again,
Of that, I thought, I am afraid
Such is the folly of greedy men
As I to Dendermond my way I made.