War and Destruction
Every single human being knows this art
Every since we picked up a weapon and fought
There is always a victor who fought for what he wanted
There is a loser who dies for what he protected
Time passes and new weapons are forged
From stick and stones to shields and swords
From shields and swords to black powder and muskets
From black powder and muskets to large metal and automatics.
From automatics to atomics
This art costs many innocent lives for just one cause or causes
Many left with fatherless families and grieving widows
Change will never come in the coming age
And War will never change
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