'' Until We Ask Why '' Poem by Bri Mar

We're obeying orders,
That's their excuse,
No rules or borders,
Forget any truce.

Murdering at will,
Is freely allowed,
With the ability to kill,
We've been endowed.

Our lords and masters,
Say it's okay,
Priests and pastors,
Don't cause us affray.

They make the rules,
We're supposed to follow,
Who are the fools,
Their excuses are hollow.

Murdering for fun,
Is the reality of war,
Dying by the gun,
They don't ask what for.

Religion or race,
Who needs a reason?
The colour of a face,
Or perhaps it's treason.

Troops or civilians,
War is a fraud,
Butchering millions,
Then praying to God?

We think we're all seeing,
Yet we're so immature,
An intelligent being,
Would look for a cure.

The killing will go on,
Yes millions will die,
There'll be no new dawn,

‘' Until We Ask Why ‘'