Sick and tired of 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,
In this 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.