Sick, tired of all the bullshit,
There seems to be no end to it.
We accept war, without a doubt;
It seems we cannot go without.
Chemical weapons cross the line,
Bombs and bullets, those are fine.
War must be fought within the rules.
We live in a world of folly and fools.
On and on we think and we talk,
Lucky if we can drink or walk.
We kill each other by the score,
As we make a business of war.
Born into this species so sad,
Unable to know all war is bad,
Helplessly hoping for the day,
All the violence will go away.