Good Riddance

Tired and weary Cold and teary Fed up with the War I cannot take any more I've lost my house And my darling spouse I am all alone Left on my own No friends left I am bereft I do not know Where can I go To rest my head On a cosy bed I feel smelly Upset belly Hunger pains Pouring with rain My clothes are dripping My head is splitting Woe is me How can this be There is no reason For all this treason Why can't we be Happy Fires are burning People are yearning For these wars to cease And the return of peace Bombs keep dropping There's no stopping Children crying Their parents dying Laying at their feet In agony and defeat. It's insanity There is no profanity, Because there is no word That fits This vile abuse Has no excuse How can we rid Ourselves of it ???