I Met Uriah

I met Uriah at the gates of hell

Told me this is where soldiers dwell

I said, dear sir, but your

honor, your virtue

I thought that god, that god

would protect you

Send you up to Heaven's gate

Up there we'd meet

Some new found fate

Good Uriah, he sighed and then he said

Young lad, hell's our home

and death was grand

But the might King David

Well he had other plans

So he sent me to die

For lust and for power

He sent me to die

But don't be weary

I don't believe in fate

Our destiny is hell

and in hell I'll wait

I met Uriah at the gates of hell

Told me this is where soldiers dwell

And I said, dear sir

The king has not stopped

So hell's my home

He has not stopped

He lusted Bathsheba, 

So dear a wife

Still lusting for power

And took my life

So we live in hell

After wars dirty game

From David to Bush, Obama the same

Same king, new name,

Playing wars dirty game

And I thought death,

It would remove this weight

But in hell we carry on

We just share the weight

And Uriah looked at me, 

Said be good dear son

Will you now stand post

At the gates of hell

I need some rest

You shall greet the next one

And I stood tall with a tear and salute

Bid old Uriah well like a good young boot

And plenty they came, all through

the night

Through hells old gates

It was quite a sight

Young lads and old

We spoke nothing of war

We spoke with our tears

We spoke with embrace

Mourning the task

of killing our race

And we thought war was hell

But coming home might might be worse

And we thought when death came

It would remove this weight

And we spoke nothing of war

We spoke with our tears

We spoke with embrace

We took off our packs 

And divvied the weight

We were young lads and old

We were poets and friends

We found quiet comfort

In each others presence

We spoke with our tears

We spoke with embrace

And we thought war was hell

But coming home was worse

And we thought when we died

It would remove this weight

So at dawn I stood tall,

My watch was relieved

By a real young kid, a US marine

So he took on the post, and

I was relieved

We exchanged our post with a tear and salute

We stood tall at the gates of hell

We stood tall with a tear and salute

So you soldiers up there

Heart in hell, but living on earth

When death comes around

Don't you wait

For you'll be greeted well

At hells old gates

Standing and waiting for you

At hells old gates