The gas makes breathing deadly every day

Now’s the  time for love and joy  that stun
The grass is growing lusher every day
Where the lambs and rabbits love to play
Now’s the time   for pleasure in the sun

Once imagined, civil war has come.
Like an answer to a  violent prayer
Now’s the  time for  strife and gas and   guns
The grass is flat and  bloodier every day

Shoot the  rabbit if he kills a nun.
Smile when horses pass by on the way.
While the trumpet can triumphant play
And the children  toy with soldiers’ guns
Now’s the  time for pain  and sadness  numb
The gas   makes breathing  deadly every  day