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Fresh blood is drawn

from the nations people

time for the women to mourn

watching the men disappear out of their sight

all machines whirring

politicians justifying their rights

to kill millions of people

making the soldiers plight

first blood is drawn

from the father of a son

now a victim of war

killing a man with a gun

the guilt rushes to his head

but the will to stay alive covers his soul

he has to stay and fight

no turning back from war.

blood flying everywhere

a sin indeed to forget

the horror of one war

without trying to stop it

watch the tides rise

watch the oceans crumble

as war rages on

and  one by one men tumble.

it is an honor indeed

to kill your enemy

who mightve been the only son

to a loving mother

Encumbered in bloodlust

we claim to have no fear

of death for a cause

of death of someone dear

watch the men dying, watch the wound in the flesh

watch the passion in the battlefield

watch to, again forget...