As missiles collapse buildings,
Jesus collects souls.
Weapons project fear,
Bullets produce holes.
One soldier down,
means another single parent.
or maybe worst than that,
the results are unbearing.
We are fighting alleged killers,
Because of weapons they're carrying.
But bombing innocent kids,
makes us pose as barbarians.
Our president is shocked,
Because we don't support this.
But Bloodshed and Violence,
have proved themselves pointless.
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