We hear of bloodshed
Of death
Of agony
And yet we fight
We see the prick of madness
sting of foolishness
And yet we fight
We feel the woe of disappearing peace
Of worry
Of distress
And yet we fight
We know it is not insignificant
We know it is wrong
And yet we fight.
Why may I ask,
Why do we fight?
Do we fight for freedom
For pride
For love
For greed
We fight for peace
But then why must we battle for peace
Why must we die
I ask one last time
Why do we fight?
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