To War:

“War is kind”, so he said Inclined to disagree I was back then It was my heart then, now it’s my head Now I write with a different pen Blood spattered uniforms Severed arms and limbs Destruction in diverse forms Pain and anguish on all it seems War is kind, I assert A fine gentleman with a whip for all Whether it be at sea or on the desert We all must answer its call Only then will communism become a reality Rich folks, poor folks must alike In such harsh times submit to equality So what will it be? Knife or pike? Yes, I will be a fellow casualty Yes, I’ll suffer the consequences But not just me but you of royalty So prepare for abodes without high fences A beautiful thing war is; A real thing of beauty No real profits, only losses; Losses for you, losses for me Still I maintain, war is kind No more masses for just the masses But for all, including the blind The deaf, the dumb and those with diseases Even if it be for just that moment The moment before sand mixes with cement Let our voices ring aloud while marching For war is more than young men dying and old men talking.