War Shall Never Ask To Die
War is this prism of hell
You remove the gray and the gold
The soldier that learn how to kill
You remind us of the sublime and the surreal
War is the smell of maggots and flies
Flesh and blood in front of your eyes
This battle mirrors between power and greed
War painted faces and scorched battlefields
War, you steady beat your drum
This shadow of peace and fear
War shall never ask to die
War increase your doubts and fears
Imagine a world without the ancient sun
War is that poison, we all drink from this well
Lay down your weapons and bring peace inside
War shall survive or war shall never ask to die
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2009
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