Around the world the bombs are flying.
Political aims. Political lying.
Treaties are friendships, or so they’re implying;
As long as all parties are meekly complying.
Self-interested means, are always belying
The truth of the war; the truth underlying.
And we’ll call them soldiers, those men who are dying.
Not daddy, not brother, nor son, cause we’re trying
To ignore the sounds of...
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