Oh, these politicians make me laugh
With their casual talk of war.
They say diplomacy has been exhausted,
And armed conflict is the cure.
They can beat their drums
And pound their chests.
Because their children will be spared
The horrors that befall the rest.
Oh, these politicians make me laugh,
Because, otherwise, all I would do is cry.
As I watch another generation,
March off to kill and die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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