War
Mothers screaming
Daughters watching
Fathers leaving
Brothers waiting
And for all the things we do
Nothing is accomplished
And when you think about it
All we do is kill
From straight lines
And single shot rifles
To hiding in bushes
Waiting for the enemy to go by
We become more aggressive
In unholy acts of power
For Power, Wealth
Superiority, and Revenge
Now Its high powered rifles
Anything goes and the past is forgotten
We watch the casualties mount
But we can't stop the flow
Only one group suffers
Through all of this
It's not the government
The men or the enemy
The only group that suffers
Are the ones screaming
And the ones
That watch
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