Nothing personal, just doing my job...
those running towards, those running away, those in the way,
you shouldn't have been there.
Everything dies sometime, here's the express ticket...
shooting soldiers, slashing women, blowing up children,
it really is all too easy.
Bringing it all down, light a fire and rock the land...
homes wrecked, families slaughtered, cities destroyed,
Collateral damage is fun.
Both sides playing the same game...
Killing is our business,
and business is good.
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An insightful portrayal of wars as man inhumanity to man. Focussed and factual. Thanks for sharing Allen.