The pen is no mightier than the sword,
As war has become inevitable.
Leaders only seek the greater reward,
Played have memoires unforgettable.
We know with our conflicts come death and blood,
Yet we kill with a lack of self control.
Only when the body sounds of a thud,
Do we think we have accomplished a goal.
Our children missed as soon as they were flown,
Quickly they leave just after selection.
Parents heartbroken out living their own,
And in the end they miss their affection.
Rather watching the ongoing blood bath,
we should be ending the butchers death wrath.