The Meaning of War

What is this complicated thing we call war? Death and destruction, Blood and gore? It brings harm to the innocent, And pain to the poor. Yet, we still don't understand, what is war? Why do we do it? Why can't we live in peace? Must the fighting go on? Must the tension increase? Although it is terrible, It has its rewards, To see a child smiling, Free of the terror and horror, Of a once powerful leader, Who was brought to his knees. Now that child has a future to do as he may please. Though our questions go unanswered, And we don't fully understand, This thing we call war is what won us this land.