Can'T Say How It Began Poem by Nigel Cutter

War has no relatives
as brother kills brother
and father kills a son
mother sheds a tear
it's how it's always done


War has no relatives
no loving kith and kin
as one man then just retaliates
then as drunk as drunk on gin
bullets start to fly


War has no lovers
cept a crazy fool with a name
a power hungry idiot
citing glory and fame
then the bombs will fall
like rain

War is what it say's it is
a rich mans way to rise
teaching how to hate and fear
most of all despise
it's how the games get on

WAR IS NEVER EVEN
NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN DRAW
FOR THE WINNER IS ALWAYS THE LOSER
AND THE LOSER AS BEFORE IT'S
CAN'T SAY HOW
CAN'T SAY HOW IT BEGAN