War. Poem by Gordon David

War is a conflict, in which we inflict our pain
If you don’t believe me, let me try to explain
War is a conflict, in which we deliver our pain
You know it’s true, so I won’t tell you again

I do not need the Pope of Rome
I do not need a mobile phone
I do not need to hear your truth
I do not need to recapture my youth
I do not need any government institution
I do not need your written constitution
I do not need your version of reality
I do not need your promises of equality
I do not need to believe your lies in war
I do not need to ask what you’re fighting for
I do not need for you to treat me with disdain
I do not need you to got to war in my name again
I do not need to follow your instruction
I do not need to see any more destruction
I do not need to carry a gun or a knife
I do not need to take a little child’s life

I only need me and my family
That’s real, not virtual reality
I need some time to do some thinking
I need to start my excessive drinking