War!

Guns and bombs and gas, don't mention that!
Here then; provisions of an old world order, veiled as a new hope!
Fighting wars across the lands for humanistic, saintly need.
Believe then, you need this cause, freedom, the right of numbers.

So cry when one of mine, or your fly's home in draped colours,
worthy indeed. Wasted in greed, it doesn't really matter. Spartan, Greek. Trojan or Geordie. The smirking cowards who start the war will faces never alter, elected by whom, not me. Not you.

Always, children cry. Mothers mourning of wasted life. A father, a brother weeps inside. War is great! It keeps us safe!
Those bullshit mongers proclaim.
If it's so great then; shoot yourselves and leave us all to be alive.
War won't work! It never has! That's why they keep occurring.