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Is war an angel or a whore

So much bloodshed and all that gore

Is the cause as noble as they say

As soldiers march on to rape and to slay

Babies cry, no one cares

Amidst the gunshots and the flares

We see no sunshine it’s dark with smoke

As men and beast helplessly choke

The birds are dead and so are the fish

A captured soldier makes his last wish

To be held by his woman’s loving arms

As she entices him slowly with her lustful charms

The war is over , the soldier is dead

His woman lies lonely in her icy bed

The children run amuck in the streets at night

Waiting for mankind’s next glorious fight.

Image by Damian Brandon