I DEDICATE THIS POEM TO ALL VICTIMS OF ALL THE WARS AROUND THE WORLD

Have you seen the stain that the tear left upon his cheek?
It's crimson like the blood his father bled,
And the tear will keep on falling like the agony in his head.

Have you heard the cry from the mouth of a girl in pain?
It's as shrill as the screams of dying men,
And the cry will keep on coming like all the soldiers from their den.

Have you felt the chill upon a new born baby's skin?
It's frozen like the memory of sin,
And the chill will remain forever like the marks of where we've been.

Have you smelt the dying flower that danced on the grain?
It's rotten like the marching off to war,
And the smell will remain forever in the marrow of my core.

Have you tasted raindrops falling on the young boys grave?
It's sour like the meaning of the cause,
And the taste will last eternally shadowed by shallow applause.

So come and see the death we taste,
So come and see it now,
So come and see the life we take,
So come and see it now.