War On Personal Epiphany

No surgery Lost limbs Give a leg Then ask of him, Restore my sight With nothing to hide He said She said Spread it out Or kill the fad But the chosen Can't be said The radical, It must be fed The “all” systems genocide It's me or him, To do or die We're at a loss To cut all ties Considered devotions Of provoked personalities Have misconceived proportions Though they're adamant about their crimes But you can't fight the opposition We're opposed to War supposed So are we supposed to Give our head shoulders knees and toes to, Wars you devised For a country divided? Should we improvise Are our deaths decided? What are we fighting for? Have we had enough of this? I've heard enough of war