Why
As I march to war
My enemy an endless sea
So they exist no more
So I can be free
The newspapers said
They are different than me
That they want me dead
My enemies are full of atrocity
Millions of my people believe it too
So it must be right
Kill or be killed ! War is nothing new
Millions are now dead, no end in sight
I don't bother to ask
Who owns newspapers' propaganda hold
War for oil and profit drink from their flask
River of blood, puppet master's gold
January 8, 2017
Copyright © Bruce Adams | Year Posted 2017
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