I Am Very Much Perturbed

Kids are their game for bargain Innocence they rape for freedom They are the men of honor of today Are we not ashamed of our lives? Men of intellect ,rise keep your dreams aside Dip your quills in the right Keep a gun at your left March thru bullets and missiles Bring peace to the world Lest our children die Immature deaths Know you be their parent with a will And a love bound promise to keep They have shed the innocent blood The darkest stain on man kind ever Men of intellect ,rise Fasten your girdle to march on There is a war on angels For the dove of peace is bleeding The life giving blood is wasted The more we wait the more we die Honor has only one death Death for a cause and death for love Love your enemy if enemy you know hate the enemy if they act as friends for love penetrates not on covetous hearts for love wasted is the biggest sin.