A Thing Called War

With tears in their eyes, They bid them goodbye, As they see them off to war. They stifle their sighs, But they realize That some will return no more. "It's a sacrifice, But it's worth the price." That's what the leaders declare. But it must be said, When the blood is shed, The leaders will not be there. So the seeds are sown, And the beat goes on, While death and misery reign. Though nobody wins, It finally ends, To start all over again.