War
War is always wasteful
And lives too often lost
We fight for reasons sometimes vague
No matter what the cost
Soldiers are made to wage fierce war
Or so we are told
But death is kind of permanent
No chance for growing old
But be they oh so, so mighty brave
Too oft, too oft, too often
It leads but to an early grave
Soldiers, trained to bring forth death
And when it happens, and they take a last breath
Soldiers given so many reasons under the sun
They'll understand just then
No argument solved by gun
For soldiers too often die
I just can't fathom why
Some forgotten, some we mourn
Why our hearts are ripped open,
Why our hearts are torn
Soldiers do their duty
And far too many die
We're left so broken hearted
We wonder how and why
Some day we'll progress
To a more war-shy world I'd guess
A more spiritual race we'll be
Having had so many millions
pay this heavy fee.
(My heart reaches out to all those who've lost loved ones in battle. I do salute
their efforts to protect our country. But politicians have many questions to answer,
particularly now.....National interest? Oil? Just good ol' plain American stupidity?
A burden of current leaders with the IQ of a tennis shoe? I don't know. Pray for
whirled peas!!)
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