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Jun 2014
For centuries we have all been fighting wars.
Taking up arms and going off to fight.
Fight because we’re told to or because we think it’s right.
Taking up arms to fight the good fight.

War becomes a habit – If you let it.

So we all go out and **** all our foes.
We gun them down and pick over the bones.
We leave them for dead rolling about in pain.
And sing Christmas Carols when it’s over.

War became a habit – And we let it.

Copyright: Gordon Warren (1980)
Gordon Warren
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