It Was War Blood and Gore
It was war
Blood and gore
One by one they lined up and took their designated places
They stood across from one another with their war faces.
Battles are dark
I wear the mark
The General yelled for ammunition
Loaded and released without hesitation
His aim is sure
But less than pure
The wounded are removed from the field
Both sides are determined and neither yield
Young Teenage boys
Playing with toys
One side will win this hard fought battle
Bodies will fall and treated like cattle
Children maimed
No one blamed
The winners get one point for their effort
But both teams leave covered in dirt
Except for one youngster
Decides he's no soldier
Even in the worse of instincts lays hope
Not everyman smokes violence like dope
Our folly continues
With few breakthroughs
Playing high school football can be futile
So many young boys lie on a broken pile
That is the crime
Cut in their prime
One boy will be forever called wimp
As he bravely leaves with a life long limp
Just like war
Blood and gore
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