It's History
Once upon a time it was called the Great War
Alright it wasn’t a great war said the dead
Not according to the unknown soldiers
Blown away somewhere out there
That’s war they say
According to the politicians and historians
A memory getting dimmer yet no less sadder
Each passing day from one war to another
Some wars are of a spiritual nature no less a war
I don’t know why the orders were given
that’s for the history books and politicians
Slogans are a distraction like a kiss
From Judas Iscariot
Politicians with Stalin’s grin do it best I fear
With great rhymes hate ends with fate
Not a great war nothing is great about war I think
The sun shone gloriously but no one noticed
They had the last supper of bread and wine
On both sides every side posters and
paintings of Jesus Christ suffering on a cross
When we all know He rose from the dead
Frank Black Blacharczyk
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