This Is Not My War Anymore Then Yours Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Those who wage this war behind the scenes I ask you what for?
A way life you have already destroyed, and continue do so even more.
A punishment from god, or to force political change.
A fascist regime.
Dictators clothed under a garment of innocence.
No hands are clean, yet the illusion is painted on portraits and put in the history book as is.
Some know better, motives run deep collide, and divide.
I will not give either side, the chance.
For no duty or honor is in the sculpting of this change.
They both destroy lives, and I want no parts of it.