Put on the cheery, hopeful music and march ahead
Justify every drop of blood and everyone that's dead
Tell the masses it's all being done for the right
While deals are struck under the cover of night
Send out the army, equipped with tanks and guns
Doesn't matter who's in your way, it had to be done
For whatever purpose you may pretend to seek
As lives are shredded apart by the havoc you wreak
If anyone disagrees with your aim and tries to fight
Shun their freedom and crush them with your might
In this game, your wrong is their right and nothing more
With the cards stacked against the truth, reality of war
And when the battle is won and celebration ensues
Remember the loser is never the only one to lose
For every bullet shot and every sacrifice
Only the innocent were there to pay the price
So who really won?
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You go to war to take something from someone else . From another nation , another's freedom , or ideas of religion land , oil , gold , sheep , cattle , women , children . Or you take something from your own nation , men , money , political freedom , or religious freedom , land , oil , gold , sheep , cattle , women , children . Hmmm , sounds the same on either side .
Exactly. Thanks, swingline.
There are never any winners.
Yep pretty much, someone always has to lose someone. Thanks for the comment Gold.
Such is the mad history of man's expressing through conflict. Nicely done, poetboy!
Thanks, Gibbs!
Great write
Thanks, Tony!
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