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Peace In My Eyes
The sound of a distant cannon,
The incoherent shout of a General,
The ground oozing out mineral –
A battlefield in 1982, Lebanon.
What a war it was, terrible,
Not like any other seen before.
And I like my brothers four
Was forced to go to battle.
The sights I saw, the smells I smelt,
Still haunt me in my bed.
Even now they’re in my head –
The worst things I’ve ever felt.
But now, years after the war,
I see that things aren’t better.
In fact, the wars are now dirtier
And more gruesome by far.
Why, oh why do we fight, ...