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Aug 2011
Women cry,
Men die,
Children watch their parents slaughtered.

Bombs are dropped,
Homes destroyed,
Government treats us like toys.

War is won,
Was is lost?
Only the people suffer the cost.

Families forced,
To leave their land,
All for the "Greater Plan".

Soon they give the term a name,
While they tell us,
Who to blame.

Millions die,
Billions cry,
For this thing that runs us dry.
They call it war,
And it has tore,
A great hole in our land.
Each of themselves,
Calling the other one,
the "******".

Men react to the call of war,
As if it were,
A cheap *****.

Blindly walk into a trap,
While the politicians,
Enjoy a frappe.

Lives of men shatter to dust,
As their guns,
Begin to rust.

Missiles launched through the air,
Causing are brothers,
Great despair.

Cowards hide behind closed doors,
Avoiding the many,
Wounds of war.

Millions die,
Billions cry,
For this thing that runs us dry.
They call it war,
And it has tore,
A great hole in our land.
Each of themselves,
Calling the other one,
the "******".

Left or right,
Good or bad,
Pick a side "Mother Land".

Free or whipped,
Laws or not,
Come on United States show them what you got.

Missiles missiles everywhere,
As the bystanders,
Turn and stare.

Led by the Cabinet to our doom,
As they plot the final,
"KABOOM".

Preachers preach their words of peace,
As they collect,
The hidden fees.

Millions die,
Billions cry,
For this thing that runs us dry.
They call it war,
And it has tore,
A great hole in our land.
Each of themselves,
Calling the other one,
the "******".

"Peace on Earth" ain't so simple
"War on Earth" is a lot more pinnacle.
Wuji
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