War Torn

Hooded faces lined with pain,
War is what we call this game,
But can it really take the blame,
When all we do is filled with shame?


Maybe we’ll have the answer one day,
Maybe we’ll never have to pay,
Maybe we’ll have something to say,
That isn’t just to keep them at bay.

Over and over we see the crime,
But what way will we serve our time?
And will we do this all on a taxpayers dime?
With no reason or rhyme?

Offending and defending ourselves we will,
To say prayers for those we haven’t had a chance yet to kill,
Many times we’ve overfilled our bill,
We’ve overstayed our welcome in a place full of thrill.





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