Is it really necessary,
To purge our neighbors of there land with guns,
To send our brothers to the cemetery,
And still think of these sins as acts of valor,
We are not simply better,
Because we can stomp everyone into the ground,
And put people through our manmade shredder,
As we paint the world red,
People come to know fear,
Not when death nocks on there door,
But when war draws near,
It is supposed to protect us,
But dose it protect the women and children,
That get caught,
In its spinning blade,
Of death?
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It grew from Cain killing his bro. Abel.