War Never Fought
In a battle field ready to fight
my conscience is not at rest
until darkness prevails on my sight
scared with my gun on my chest,
I look forward not to fight.
Taking a life is like a pest
to the creation of light,
A service which I'm not at my best
but I prefer to live a life of plight.
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