WAR

Sick and 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