| We never asked for war
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| Nor in the deepest darkest corners of our minds
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| Can we contemplate its eternal horror?
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| Carnage incomparable, human squander
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| It’s neither sweet nor fitting
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| Fighting; |
| a senseless call to arms
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| Through lifeless eyes I can still see
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| The bombers flying over
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| Bombing the path to peace
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| Who condones this bloodlust?
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| The skin of my face sticks to the cold concrete
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| My blood siphoning from my body by fellow man
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| I can still feel the shrapnel searing limbs
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| I can still breath but the gas burns my lungs
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| I can still speak, asking, but there is no answer
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| I can still smell life’s sweet aroma
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| But now I can taste death
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| I can hear God calling
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| But ceremony is short
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| Greater men? |
| Greater wars? |
| Were they scarred
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| Scared, lonely as I for lost cause?
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| When fear is spent, I feel the numbness that makes me
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| Long for cold caress
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| It’s over, cruel finality that disallows family
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| Love, useless lamenting lost chances
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| Welcome my lord, farewell my love
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| We never asked for war |