A Questionable War?
Knowing, that you have no shame
This war is a losers game
Tanks and jeeps, big guns you aim
Life will never be the same
History you’re trying to make?
Children left dying in your wake
You know this war’s a huge mistake
All your reasons have been proved fake
Do Suicide Bombers scare you?
Dying for their cause, what to do?
Your plans and schemes are nothing new
Like numbers plucked out of the blue
Have the courage to end the fight
Don’t believe that this war is right
You’re no beacon, or shining light
Dying children, kept out of sight
The world’s a mess, it’s not too late
To prove you care, and demonstrate
That you will not discriminate
Then you’ll make the Grim Reaper Wait
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