I've never killed in my long life neither enemy soldier, politician, nor wife This feat that causes me no surprise Is what we call living in its normal guise.
I would never be so naΓ―ve as to say The pen is always the only way But it seems to me that war only proved Who will remain, and who is removed.
And all this killing that leaves nations bereft With the vile bitter cordite smell that is left Widows lose husbands, fathers lose sons Babies are dying from the barrels of guns.
To save nations weapons of course must be used But there are so many people who are being abused And when one discusses what is now simply absurd There is nothing that is mightier than the word.