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War, Rolls off the tip of the tongue & the barrel of a gun It's sunken eyes & shallow lies Haunting "A few good Men" into insanity Brutality at its highest Guaranteeing numbered lives It sheds not one tear for the widowed wives Who've seen husbands walk right off the page Chapters engraved upon a slab of stone Rage rivals Revenge Hand-in-hand a blazing fire is egged In reflex we stand back let it go on burning A dog with its tail between its legs Grotesque pictures that make are stomachs churn What peace can come of this Soldiers fought to achieve such bliss